What a gray day. The sun was ' trying to shine,' until, finally,after many attempts to get more outdoor work done,
it decides to rain, hard, then a sprinkle, then hard. And yes, briefly, the sun ' did ' shine. I knew it would.
I was mending jeans, hemming, taking in seams, down-sizing a few blouses when I heard the rains pounding the deck once again~~~I couldn't help but think what a comedian God is. I actually laughed out loud. We ' do ' need the moisture and I ' am ' glad it wasn't snow.
All the while, Bill is trying to get the last load of dry wood in the basement...believe me, it will have to dry again, in the basement. Oh, the pleasures of burning firewood to keep our butts warm all winter. I'm not complaining, it's the warmest, most consistent heat and we do not mind working for it. ( It ' is ' getting old tho, if you know what I mean...or is it just ' me ' getting old?)
There is always a lot of ' scurrying ' going on around here each fall. We are like little squirrels gathering nuts and mushrooms and bits of apples to keep them fed all winter, and leaves and straw to keep them warm in their burrows. Only for us, it's putting up so much produce from our gardens and firewood from our woods. We are fortunate to have the privilege, in spite of all the work. I keep saying that I haven't done much this summer, but truth is, it's become so commonplace for me to stay busy, that I don't realize the extend of the tole it takes.
I feel ' rushed ' this time of the year, as the leaves begin their transformation from green to gorgeous., rushed to get the jars filled, the freezer full, the breads baked. But then, finally, at the end of late fall, finally I can rest for awhile. That is until, it all starts all over again. It keeps me grateful for what I have., what we have.
Life is good and God made it that way just for all of us.
I'll tuck a prayer in there for all of you, for rest. ~Night~