Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Sweeping

One of my main jobs is to sweep the floor at the cottage after my husband makes a mess. Since we are remodeling, I can sweep multiple times when we are there working. Sometimes I think he makes sawdust or drags in dirt just to say, "Time to sweep the floor again!" Actually its sorta fun to see the instant pile of dirt gone and the floor all clean once more. Then I move outside and sweep off the new deck that has more sawdust and flowers from trees that have flown under the roof to settle in the floorboard cracks. I then go around to the sidewalk and sweep off the fresh cut grass clippings. This leads me to the outhouse where I sweep the dust from the grey painted cement and sweep the cobwebs off the walls of unwanted visitors. Sometimes I sweep the shed out and also the rowboats. It seems to never end as when I return in a few days I start all over again. Plus I sweep at home too!! Really when you think about it , it makes me giggle as all I am doing is pushing dirt around from on place to another. It always comes back and...its probably the same dirt my ancestors pushed around. So I wait until we head over to the cottage to once again, sweep- a job I like because I can let my mind wander as I do this task. Go and pick up your brooms and let your mind wander in many directions! Just don't fly away on them!

2 comments:

  1. Tammy--I just reread this and still love the lines about pushing around the same dirt our ancestors probably pushed around. I'm enjoying your one-word posts and hope to hear more. Maybe "porch" or "seawall" or something?

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  2. Like Ruth, I like that same line. it kind of reminds me of April Pulley Sare's: THE STORY OF DUST.

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