Musings of a homemaker..

 Piles of neatly folded laundry sit all around me, with soft, yet precise folds.

Little boys shirts and small pairs of pants,

Fluffy towels, fresh smelling wash cloths,

So normal. Almost mundane in its familiarity. Yet lovely in their way.

Its a homey pleasant sight one that whispers gently,

“This is a home where love reigns, someone cares”

The beds neatly tucked up with soft neat coverings. Smelling of clean, fresh air and cotton.

The pantry with its bounty in friendly ordered rows. With bright jams & jellies, succulent meats, and fresh vegetables.

This is home.

Wholesome, sweet, dependable.

It brings me joy and humble pride knowing that I had some part in achieving all this. 

Knowing that with the help of small hands and the sound of gentle babbling, I have folded those neat piles of tiny clothes, I have preserved jars of soups for the winter, helped to make quilts for the beds, and organized the jars that seem to glow with love and health.

I take pride in my work like any other workman or artisan knowing that He or She has done his job well. 

And why not? It is as much an art and takes patience, perseverance, knowledge, and wisdom to succeed as in any work. I can rest well knowing that I am striving hone my craft, making it beautiful and better whenever possible.

Joelle Grace