Weekending

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?