Something Has To Give

I know it's just my stage of life and the time of year, but it's just not possible to get everything done that needs to be done.

The pantry shelves are almost sagging with the load of row upon row of canned veggie juice, salsa, green beans and jams, jellies and pickles. The freezer is loaded down with sorted boxes and bags of sweet corn, raspberries and strawberries.

The wind whips through the empty garden. Only a few flowers remain and the large mounds of rhubarb plants. My shed is partially sorted through. A pile of hooks lie waiting to be hung on the walls and the rakes, shovels, forks and edgers are piled high on the back deck, awaiting disbursement.

The pool needs to be emptied and taken down. The picnic spot needs to be tidied and winterized. The flower pots need to be emptied and redone for winter.

And this is only one small part of life.

We have schoolboard duties. And busing. And teenagers. And a grade one boy. And a sick grandpa. And parents on a month-long holiday with house and thangs that need to be looked after. And puppies to train. And a million trees that need to be moved within the next week. And a wedding in November. And a shower I'm helping with. And school meeting in Linden. And windows to wash.

And so.

Something has to give.

And someone needs to remain calm and peaceful. And learn to laugh a bit more.

Just saying.