It has been pretty peaceful, yet productive, on the homestead for the last couple of days. It has been nice, but such rhythm lets one day roll into the other, until you sudden realize that it is Sunday already.
Yesterday was spent cleaning. Our house, like many others, have been run over by all things 'kid' for the last several years or so... We have purposely had hand-me-downs and upcycled furniture to get us through these growing years, as we know that many things will go to ruin by basic wear and tear of two active children before their growing is done.
We are finally trying to move past this, and yesterday was a great step in that direction. Yesterday morning, the kids went off to a day with their grandparents, and the husband and I tore much of the house apart. We are overrun with the outgrown toys and clothes that the kids had no use or need for anymore. At the end of our work, we had a minivan full of contributions to the local GoodWill and 1 lone bag of trash. That bag was mostly filled with broken items that would have no second use...but I still hate the thought ot it. Joel Salatin's words ring in my ears, saying there is no "away"...but I am glad that the reuseables far out weighed those items headed for the landfill.
Today will hopefully bring a new-to-us dining room table and chairs. Since we moved to this house, we have been using a table and chairs set that has taken quite the beating. They have been used for every possible reason...craft...paint...play doh...and some eating, of course, and they are showing their wear. The table leaf was crafted by my husband in the hours before a long ago Thankgiving dinner when seating expansion was needed, and the chairs are especially on their last legs. The seats have been replaced by wooden boards and covered with seat cushions, and the legs are held in place by lots of spare wood screws. I am looking forward to chairs that do not arc and threaten to tumble each time we sit on them.
The rest of the possible future happenings are quiet. The dog frenzy has calmed down to a mere whisper, and my search for bees this spring has led me to point of reconsideration. But, for now I will table those items to the back of my mind and just look forward to a day home with my children. The rest may unfold as it may.