Uncle Billy from Jan Karon’s Mitford Series says, “No rest for the wicked, and the righteous don’t need none.” Not sure which category I fall under, but we’ve been busy here at the farm. And I’m not one to deprive myself of rest, a quick power nap or a refreshing swim.
Saturday Tom and I stormed the barn, working alongside a fellow who is going to paint the inside of the lower level. First the old (perhaps 75 year old!) whitewashing has to be scraped off and the clutter has to be busted. Leaving him to the paint prep, we pitched junk, organized, cleaned up and cleared out all day long. Meanwhile a mason is patching and pointing up the stone foundation — another huge project.
The rush of accomplishing so much on Saturday inspired me to clutter bust the house with gusto on Monday and Tuesday. Closets, pantry, cupboards…whew… I’ve got a big collection for Salvation Army.
But it’s not that much fun to be indoors while these last days of summer (less than 20 by the calendar) wane. From where I sit typing I see the shadows growing long, dahlias, mums, and black-eyed susans dot the landscape with color, lush grass, vibrant in the sunshine, and I can tell by the leaves of the trees there is a slight breeze. I need to get out there…
Still to do… the pool will have to be closed, but not just yet. Christmas tree fields need more attention, a bit more shearing, mowing, weeding, and fertilizing. When the leaves fall, oh dear, there’s another big job. Other jobs I can’t wait to tear into: the upper level of the barn, the old milkhouse that I want to turn into a bathhouse for pool guests, and the old cow barn, which is begging for a makeover. Wicked or righteous, I’m making myself weary just thinking about all there is to do. So I’m off right now to simply do the next thing. There will be a reward in it — a canoe ride on the creek this evening to help a good friend celebrate her birthday.