Around the cottage on a Saturday morning:
The dried limelight hydrangea blossoms are from my garden, the little wooden box is an anniversary gift from Don and was made in Peru (and I see a white Scout hair on it!) Riley’s dish garden is growing and thriving, Don picked up the jade plant at our local farmer’s market, my current reading materials, and of course, Miss Scout.
It’s quite nippy this morning. I have a shawl around my flannel pajama clad body. Oh yes, I broke out the flannels about a week ago and you know that makes me happy. I finally re-shelved all my Shakespeare reference books. I was sick of seeing them in their Trader Joe’s tote bags, huddled in the corner of the bedroom where I dumped them three weeks ago. Now I have to sort out the big white cupboard that’s in the living room, so that I can shelve my script and research materials. That cupboard is long overdue for a toss and purge. I washed the slip cover that lives on the living room sofa – much better. Now I have to wash the one that covers the sofa in the den.
I’m slowly sorting, re-arranging (only a bit) and getting somewhat organized here after having been away for nine weeks. There’s much more to do, of course. In fact, it’s never ending. But I have to do it when I’m in the mood and somehow the cooler weather is helping in that regard.
The colors are spectacular in our neck of the woods. Leaf peepers and pumpkin and apple pickers pour into our area on the weekend. Why? Because we live in a beautiful place.