Monday, October 08, 2012
On Friday I said to myself, "THIS weekend I will do something for MYSELF." As usual though, time slipped past without a care as to my hopes.
As I laid in bed last night, however, a funny little thing dawned on me. I realized I had finished a crochet project for a friend, I had sewn a skirt for a girlie of mine, and I had brought in all the root crops before the first hard freeze and cut the last of the flowers and herbs. I had mended pants and toys and folded clothes. And it felt, very much, like I *had* done something for myself. It makes me supremely happy doing little things for people. Sewing would be much less fun if not for the enthusiasm which meets it by a little girl. The anticipation as I crochet is not nearly so exuberant when I am simply making a dishcloth for myself. That bit of joy was *just* what I had been needing.
And the highlight of my weekend? Walking with my love around the Place. Smelling the leaves (oh, I LOVE that smell). The tip of my nose getting cold. The subdued, right-before-a-fall-rain light. Percy the cat, following us along. Deer jumping up from the bushes not five feet away from me, when they finally decided I was close enough. (TWICE.)
Now my house is covered in beautiful and plentiful homegrown bouquets, the very last until spring rolls around again.
It had been the *perfect* weekend, after all.
How was yours?