Chores

The week has been a time for distasteful chores. My shed.  It's where I store my tools, paint, animal feed, and sharp things. I dreaded working in the shed worse that the prep for a colonoscopy.

If something needs beating into submission - I head for the shed. "Yes, I'll need the sledgehammer, a ball-ping hammer, and of course the clawhammer, but perhaps I should also take the hacksaw,  a sharpshooter shovel, and tinsnips." 

I

 have all those tools in my shed but the long-cold winter played havoc on the organization factor. I know my friends with a military background would be tisking right now, but it's true. My shed was a mess.

Today, I spent four hours organizing tools, tossing junk that I'd been storing "just in case."  I hauled off two wheelbarrows full of stuff, and loaded the bed of the truck with metal to recycle. 

It was cooler today, but I still sweated like a politician on "Truth or Consequences." (I've know, I've been cracking on the politicians lately.)

I stood so long that my knees began to squeak so I decided to call it quits. I walked through the backyard to the front to put a few things in my truck. Coming through the yard toward the front door,  I noticed the sun bathing the impatiens that normally frolic in shade. For a few moments each evening, just before the sun slips below the western horizon, they kiss the pansies goodnight.

I was fortunate enough be there at the right time and snap this picture.