Earliest of Mornings

these earliest mornings when the light just barely peaks through the open windows and the faintest of sounds float through the screens. these are the mornings that I shuffle across the hardwood floors, rub sleep from my eyes, sit dreamily on the kitchen floor in yesterday's dress, hands clasped tight around a mason jar of a coffee shake concoction.

in a rare turn of events, I spent every day this week in our house, cleaning, cooking, and working from home in the interim. by Thursday night I was itching to get away for a bit, but love that the unbridled time inside bore motivation for tasks I wouldn't normally undertake when there are floors to mop or dishes to put away. tasks such as weeding through my closet and scanning documents to save to my hard drive, effectively purging paper copies. I'm feeling rather accomplished albeit tired.

our house is a liberal 75 degrees which is the coolest it's been since early May. I've fought the good fight with ceiling fans and box fans and a measly window unit before giving up and confining ourselves to our bedroom. fortunately, it's rather chilly today.

I'm in a major purging mindset this week as evidenced by scanning files and cleaning out my closet. I spent an entire day sorting through the contents of the kitchen cabinets, bagging up all unneeded items without second thought or "donator's remorse." I need space in my mind and my life.

our garden has been slow producing what with the extreme heat and modest rains. our peas have all dried up though the cucumber vines are flourishing. I planted more radishes and their greens are growing. we haven't yet gotten any tomatoes or peppers or broccoli or onions for that matter, but our herbs are flourishing and the chickens are as active as ever. this week I'm trying to wrangle our mint.

happy friday, loveys ♥