The days go by quite routinely even the strange noises and weird happenings have become part of the routine. But this week, I’m busy getting our home ready for most of our family to arrive for my birthday. My sweet husband helped me with sweeping and mopping the floors. This morning I shopped for new board games for the children to play. Since Friday is my birthday; I treated myself to a trip to the beauty parlor for a haircut and wax. Since Mr. Snuggles is now working part-time at the grocery store, he is tasked with stocking up groceries, deli platters, and goodies for the weekend.
After supper, I dusted the furniture in the parlor with lemon polish. My favorite piece is the handcrafted maple and pine coffee table. It has two drawers tucked underneath the table top. Brass screws are inserted into the brass draw pull handles on each drawer. The materials and handles came from my paternal great-grandparents’ honeymoon cabin.
Enough work, time for a nightly stroll in the garden. As I opened the French doors in the parlor, the lemon scent from the polish mixed with the array of roses–peach drift, red distant drum, and blood-red climbing Altissimo. A heavenly smell as I followed the paternal generations of flowers that eventually intertwined into three tall, lattice arches in the backyard.
“I am so thankful we brought all the family heirloom flowers and antiques and shared the roses with Julianna. She can now grow another generation of flowers on her farm.” I spoke softly to myself. What a peaceful ending to a busy week. Better rest now, because all the hustle and bustle is about to begin.