Trying to capture the vapor of time is like trying to manage a helium balloon without a string. It longs to escape my grip and float away with wings. I have charted my course, made my plans, and hope a few items will be crossed off my list when at night my pillowed head surrenders to sleep.
Beds are stripped. One set being washed. One set warming in the dryer.
My wish, beds will be tucked back in place by bedtime.
Apple pie is on my mind. Make the crust. Chill in fridge. Buy apples. Peel, cut, slice, sweeten. Bake.
Finish writing project. Write. Edit. Prepare letter. Fold. Stamp. Send.
Warm up leftover Butternut/Acorn Squash soup. Serve with warm garlic toast. mmmmm
Fold, sort, toss, put away, straighten clothes in closet and drawers. Today. Must do.
Take a walk with the man of the house. Brevity of fall is on my mind. Must enjoy.
Dinner. Chili perhaps?
Evening open for surprise. Expecting blessings on the horizon.