It feels and sounds like spring this morning. I hear the birds outside and the 80 chicks that are still housed in our shop chirping and singing. The sun is shining and the day is beckoning me to come and play. For me today, play is going to take the form of work. I have been so lazy lately and now I must put our home back together. I often times lay the blame for a dirty home at the feet of ...
Missy. She does keep our house a little messier than most. If she isn't around to blame, then it becomes the fact that we live on a farm. Who has time to keep the farm dirt off their boots before coming into the humble abode? (Apparently NONE of the males that live in our home)!
So today I have the itch to clean. I don't just mean a little cleaning...I mean the kind that gets to the "bottom of the dog hair fur ball behind the couch" kind of cleaning. I am wondering if this mood will pass soon. Just like President Obama and his team never want to waste a good crisis, I must hurry and not waste a good cleaning mood. Who knows when the next one might strike???!!!
grace and peace,