Saturday morning splendor

The sun is shining, the air is cool, chickens are scavenging, the dog is barking.

The kids are perched on the front steps enjoying a rare morning freezie. The one sits with multiple brets clipped haphazardly in her hair, no shirt covering her little potbelly and underwear that will-with luck-remain dry for hours to come. The elder is dressed, although his underwear are on backwards. We'll roll with that, a little independence in dressing himself is welcome.

On the breeze is the aroma of fresh sawen pine. The buzz of the saw and hum of the tractor fill the air; noise, but yet it is peaceful. It means the mill is up in running-if only for a day or two. A welcome change after too many months of silence.

A wave of cleaning hit the house last night, and it has finally come down from a state of utter chaos to one of manageable proportions. These eyes saw the wee hours of the night-sewing club tends to do that- and 7:30 came early. The coffee's hot and the list of things to do is calling. We'll be off to a tractor show/visiting at camping this afternoon, then on to stay at the cabin for the night.

It promises to be a beautiful day.