The first half of September is shaping up to be quite productive around here. . . so much so that it caught up to me this past weekend and I’ve been moving and thinking like I’m stuck in a bowl of pudding. And not in a good, “Awwww, puddin’” kind of way, but just a slow and sticky mess.
But leading up to it, there’s been good things happening inside and out. . . I started off nursing Mr. Husband and his on-the-road cold, so we’ve both been eating extra healthy and drinking our tea, and I’ve still managed to ward off his cooties! To freshen things up afterwards, I washed linens and pillows and caught-up on a few other chores and am looking forward to a few warm days this week to open up the windows again. I managed to reclaim both of our desks from piles of papers and stacks of stuff and I continued around the home office to make a workspace for myself after organizing supplies and projects old, new, and in-progress. In the process I rediscovered the dining room table while Mr. Husband found the garage floor under the recycling.
We’ve pampered a few potted plants on the deck for fall and transplanted a few hearty herbs to the yard around the old tree stumps. Mr. Husband worked hard to gather the largest pieces of wood from the tree he cut down last month and stacked it for the upcoming season. I watched him do all that work, so I know it was hard!
We also researched a new ‘tea’ to feed the bees in fall and winter and after checking in the hive Mr. Husband set them up with a new feeder. Unfortunately it seems the ‘wild’ hives in the fir trees are probably the result of our hive splitting up, but the remaining girls have a good honey supply for themselves and may still have a queen, but it’s so hard to tell. FYI, I stand nearby and watch Mr. Husband take care of all this and pretend to know what’s going on.
The weather has been just-right and I’m glad the sun is shifting for fall. . . summer sun is just too much for me so the partly-cloudy days and crisp nights are my reward for toughing it out.