Running Stitch

I stood at the counter peeling apples, Still? Still peeling apples? Yes. Washington, after all is abundant in apples.

I peel, chop and drop in the crock pot (my favorite way to make applesauce, I can take my time and rarely every burn myself! Bonus.) And my mind rambles over the week ( I know it’s only Thursday…) and around the grumpies I seem to be unable to shake.

For the first time this week, it seems, I stand still. I peel and cut, then drop.

In the other room trains crash and pumpkins invade the Island of Sodor as the bears have before them.

At the table there is cutting and pasting.

Peel. Cut. Drop.

For the first time this week, the rhythm of our days together begins to emerge. I realize that I’ve felt off kilter all week. Running to and fro and fro and to. I stand still in my kitchen for the first time this week, grounded in our life, by the simple act of making applesauce.

Peel. Cut. Drop.

Finally. I feel it. What I’ve been missing all week. Balance.

Finally I can shake off the grumpies and focus on the weekend ahead and the friends and family we have invited into our house.

Peel. Cut. Drop. Simmer.