Saint Saens is on and I clean house

The fever is over, but now I sweat of another kind. Today I have washed some linens, thrown out a stack of magazines sitting on the chest (the ultimate aim is to go through that chest as it now approaches Summer and I will be putting away the long sleeves), washed the stack of things in the sink, cleaned the benches around it, vacuumed, sandpapered the wall. Mopped it off. When it is dry, I should like to paint the patchwork I did to that wall somewhere back in 2010.

Now it is quiet. The wind whispers and the trees are talking one letter at a time.

I finish off the peaches.