Wow! If you take a look at this blog, you would assume that I graduated my Oldest Daughter and then drowned my sorrows in a large crock of pickles and fell off the end of the earth.
Not completely true. Actually, my brain and body stopped after all the busy-ness of the year and once stopped, refused to be prodded once again to action.
I do also confess to some emotional breakdowns and a few pickles.
But all seems to once again be moving and alive and straightening out.
I can tell by the state of my dining room table.
Until this weekend, it was covered with a droopy cloth leftover from company use weeks ago. There were stacks of "to do," "to mail," and "to put away" piles here and there. Someone had cut up paper and left shreds scattered across the length. An odd stapler was lying haphazardly on its side. Several vases stood empty, having weeks ago been emptied of their faded contents.
But no more.
This weekend the table was stripped of its mess. Polished. And set to rights. And I love how everything in the middle of my summer table reminds me of some of my favorite summer things.
Cool crisp cotton in a buttery yellow.
Punched tin lanterns with light glowing through.
IBC Root Beer bottles.
Filmy, fluttery flowers of the crepe myrtle.
Yep, I'm back. The table is cleared and organized. And that table is a pretty clear window into the state of my mind.