(My apologies to e.e. cummings)
The broom closet in a state of total disorganization. What you can't see: Napkins with heavier paper towel rolls crushing them, dust mice and spilled dogfood on the floor, and a general state of "I don't know where to put this, so I'll just put it here for now;" and "now" turned into ten months.
The broom closet after Mom, the White Tornado hit it.
Notice that there is empty space on the newly wiped shelves? Most of the stuff seen above is still there.
Organization! Don't clean without it!
The pantry with ladder at the ready. (I did say I was a "little" Jewish mother).
What you don't see: cookie crumbs, popcorn seeds, and other detritus lingering in the mesh of the shelf-liner. Empty boxes, and paper sacks with a tad bit of this and a tad bit of that, that we just had to save. A Burger King french fry box with 10 packets of ketchup labled "use before 01/1997. (NO we did not live here then!)
Ah, blessed order.
They say that when the Eternal Blessed One created the world, S/He made separations. And Jewish women have been separating stuff ever since.
Thus we participate in the Divine mission
to bring order out of chaos.
The feather bed and quilt got their annual trip through the washer and then got a bask in the March sun and wind. Ah, there's nothing like the smell of air-dried bedding.
The trash bags represent N.'s contribution, yard-work with sharp instruments of destruction.
Happy (Just) Spring