I’m quickly sweeping the front steps and patio. I heave the hose out of the hose reel and water the flower pots, run down to the garage to put away a bicycle, see that wilted state of my hydrangea because of the heat and begin to water those. Then run a spade to the shed, back up the hill to the front again and give a final look around. It’s Saturday night and I’ve slipped into the routine of my dad. Hustling and bustling outside, making everything neat for Sunday. The only thing I skip is washing the cars – that’s not my job ;).
Meanwhile hubby is throwing the grubby boys in the tub for a good soak. It’s the only way to get their nails clean. And nails must be clean for Sunday!
So here I am, a product of my upbringing… but I’m not complaining. Sunday rest and peace comes after Saturday work. (Six days shalt thou labor – remember?) Wishing you all a sabbath days blessing.
Just a random, recent pic I couldn’t resist sharing 🙂