Aaaand I'm back!
I was, to be honest, a little shocked to be home Friday afternoon (stupid Earl hype, cutting our trip early). Not because I didn't want to be here, but because I'd completely forgotten what being home means. Dog hair. Cat hair. Weeds. Plant casualties. Laundry. And, overwhelmingly, STUFF.
I spent most of a week in Michigan and a week on the Cape in lovely houses devoid of clutter and now I'm home staring at rooms and rooms of crap. And of COURSE my first thought upon walking in the door was "OH MY GOD MUST GET RID OF STUFF", but it's 36 short hours later and I'm already almost used to it again. But this week, some clearing out shall be undertaken. Ruthless sorting out of unworn clothes! Disposal of (or at least storage of) unplayed-with toys! Possibly even a paring down of unused kitchen stuff! And maybe, maybe, a daring attempt at whittling away the craft stashes!
In fact, I think I'm going to pledge, right now, spur of the moment, in a fit of Sunday optimism and in the afterglow of a fabulous end-of-summer vacation, not to buy any more stuff. Anything that comes into this house for the rest of the year will be necessary and needed. By golly!
Until Christmas. All bets are off for Christmas. But I would like to buy less and make more. But I'll worry about that later.
There's not a lot of later left, really. There's a chill in the air this morning, and the heat turned itself on in the mudroom (which doesn't seem to have a thermostat. At least, in the two years we've been in this house, I've never found one. Hmm. Must remedy). But the tomato plants are still heavy with fruit and I've harvested so many cucumbers I don't want to see another, but there are dozens more coming. I even have bell peppers! Tiny, but still! Oh, and the miniest of mini watermelons has finally begun to grow. Little glimmers of summer on the vine.
But there's no denying the autumn wind blowing leaves around the yard. And folks are already picking apples around here. Time to break out the sweaters and stash the swimsuits. It's fall, dudes. Whether I'm ready for it or not.