of dust and dog hair
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