listening to Gregorian chants, while scrubbing the floor with hot soapy water, my meditative state was interrupted by battery operated screw drivers - testosterone tools as I refer to them. .. dutch husband in the kitchen.. i put up with the noise of it all for as long as I could, [loud noise grates on my nerves]
then yelled out "what did they use in the olden days before the battery operated one was invented?'
- 'hand tools' he replied...
'oh wouldn't it be nice if we could use them here' I muttered...
'won't be long now' he said, patiently...
and I went back to scrubbing.. wishing whole heartedly that I could be back in days gone by... *sigh* not long now.. 12 more days til we move in.
dutch husband has finished the pantry. we used an old door we found at the recycled building yard.. I scrubbed it hard outside in the sun and once it was dry, dutch husband hung it on the pantry. I am going to leave it blue.. we found an old glass handle that was perfect. Once i move in, I will hang a bunch of lavender on the handle.
the floors are just divine. the house is starting to smell clean. when you walk in, a waft of sunlight soap hits the senses.. memories of grandma
this is what I see from my bedroom window. I call it the 'hanging garden of Babylon'.. it is actually quite beautiful and green.. a sense of serenity.. and in the trees somewhere, there is an owl. or rather a Tawny frogmouth.