picture - Edward Hopper

I dreaded the afternoon job of moving the mattresses and recreating the house to it's original condition.

I strip the beds, start the wash and struggled with the double mattress, pushing it on it's side up the stairs inch by inch. Finally it clears the door and I can push it down the hall to the guest room. I lay down and rest before I move the other beds.

The last storm is gone. The windows are open. The outside air is cleaning the house of all the stale odors.

At the rookery the two herons stand on opposite sides of the old nest staring at each other. I love making up a story about their lives.