Sorting, scrubbing screens and finding shorts!

Well gals, it's that time of year....time to open up the house, let in the birdsong, and shake off the dust that settled over winter.
What is it about a change of season that makes us want to clean, sort, and make room?
It's a real need...it festers....and it HAS to be done!
Yep...the fire has been lit inside ol' Corgidogmama, and the corgi kids are running from room to room, to escape the dreaded Oreck!

Yesterday, I went shopping....in my basement! Ever do that? I rotate clothes and bag them as our little Hollyhock Cottage on the hill only has two dinky closets. Not much room in 720 square feet! A big bag is going to Goodwill, and a big bag is getting washed. I fit in clothes that haven't been worn in five or six years. The much beloved red pantsuit that I wore to my daughter's wedding shower fits again! Okay...these clothes are a tad out of style, but I've never been trendy, so "oh well." Anyway...my choices are plentiful, and I feel rich! Eighteen pounds gone makes me feel positively skinny! Just so I don't look in a mirror....my self image can remain intact! Denial, is a wonderful thing!

Dust is not our friend. Clutter is cruel. Maybe a husband will be swept out in the mix....nah....only kidding.....or am I? Depends which day it is, and if he's cranky!
Okay, too much information...no dirty laundry aired today, he hee!
Hugs~

Soulful sightings...

Happy April Fool's Day ladies...

Today, before going into work at one, the corgi kids and I did our daily country road therapy. The sun was so warm, and the sky blue, we were all grinning and panting with our tongues out. A turtle was crossing the road from a marshy area. The radius of its shell was like the size of a ten inch pizza. His head and tail were WAY out...catching rays possibly. As we turned the corner, up on the hill the red horses were out, switching tails and heads were down, chomping on warm new grass peeking through the ground. A young mallard sat on a sunny log as his mate swam in the shallow marsh, surrounded by woods. Turtles line up on that same log later on in the summer, so I always peek in through the trees as we go by. The three sheep are still woolly, as they haven't been sheared yet. One is a little more roly poly than the others and I'm wondering if she's with lambkin. The big black horse is ready to have her baby any time now. She's wide and full, and it looks a little ouchy. The old mare, pushing 28 years old, still looks good, and was busy ripping up the grass along with her buddies in the field. We saw a blue heron in someones pond. I did the window down, and Addie yipped. It took off in flight of course at our intrusion. Their shades of blue and gray are so, so pretty. Their wide wingspan and long legs makes me think that they are prehistoric. Have always loved herons.
I hope, that for your own sanity, and mental respite; you have your own way to reconnect with nature in order to soothe your soul. Life is tough these days. Marriage isn't easy. Financial worries plague many. We all need to find "something" that basks us in peace and quietude. This is what I do. Want to share what you do?