The ants inspire action.
Or… Perhaps it’s the May chapter of Simple Abundance.
Or… Maybe Henny’s spring shed?
Regardless, there’s a flurry of freshening, keeping time with a snowfall of apple blossoms out of doors.
“Natural wood might not be in vogue right now…” Calliope runs a dust cloth across oak baseboards. “… but its grain and character are beautiful… especially when polished.”
Beads of sweat drop from Urania’s brow into a bucket of water — warm and deliciously scented with oil-wood-soap.
Thalia stands on a chair. She points. “You misssssss-d a spot.” The Muse of Wit bursts into giggles, hops down, and pops in her AirPods before switching on the vacuum.
If a home doesn’t make sense, nothing does.
~ Henrietta Ripperger
Hmmm... If you don't ask, you don't know!
Rejected by... yourself?
On May 20 the muses and I are "Climbing-for-Air" with our in-laws -- a tribute to my father-in-law who passed away on 4/13/22. Here's a link to my fundraising page if you'd like to offer a financial contribution. Or... just cheer us on in spirit. Climbing stairs is hard work! 😂
Natural wood is not in vogue? Say WHAT?! 😳
Deb & I are among those obnoxious shoppers who run our fingers over wooden furniture, knickknacks, and objects d’art, absorbing the grain through our fingertips. We love our wooden tables, wooden chairs, and wooden shelves.
(Yes, we still have some composite-wood shelves — “unnatural wood,” if you will — from our ensign/broke single days, but they are kept out of sight in basement or home office. Hey, they’re paid for! And as a percentage of income when purchased, probably more expensive than our later natural wood furniture...)
(Come to think of it, my first apartment shelves were natural wood! Unfinished. Supported by natural cinder blocks. 😁)