Semi-Daily Scribbles

I told the wicker furniture to store the cushions and disperse. Their summer residency as a cozy little klatch on the veranda is over. Fold it in, pack it up, and get into hibernation mode. The basement is roomy and the washer and dryer like the company during the bleak, icy months. Sundry baskets have been given their marching orders, too, and will take their places next to appliances and chairs. There won't be any sweet pea picking or mint gathering or cucumber collecting for a good long while. The warm weather gang must be content to tell their summertime tales to the ductwork and lint that don't get out much.