Stubborn stuff considering it's makeup.

Vapor.

Humpff.

I'm catching up a bit after being away this weekend. Putting away various and sundry things and doing laundry. Catching up on diaries and making lists for the week.

The trip up to the mountains was a treat. The air was clear and crisp. The moon shown like a veritable searchlight and reflected off the snow, making nighttime more like a suggestion than a reality. I forgot how many stars there are in the sky. Here where we live, there is so much light and haze and smog and fog that the stars have to be of the brightest in order to be seen.

I have promised myself the treat of starting on the next knitted wool bag today. But I have to finish my housework first. Though de-cluttering is becoming more of a romp in itself. Because when you are finished, you feel so..... free. . .that it's hard to call it work. The reduction of clutter, the seen and the unseen, somehow releases my creative juices. It's rather odd, but true.

But then, I have a little helper, encouraging me all the time . . .

The Little Red Hen says:

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See what I mean?

Messy linen closet, here we come!