Clean and Shiny

The hubby likes to clean stuff. I don't really "get" that - I'm not the neat one in the family, but I appreciate it.

The hubby was in a cleaning mood this weekend. Maybe it's just because we're all tired of ash and grime on EVERYTHING for the last month with this stubborn fire going on... Everything around here has seemed grimy, dusty, and ashy for soooo long. Especially the air.

So, over the weekend he played with his latest toy and pressure washed just about everything outside that could take it. The cars, the driveway, the sides of the house, the patio furniture....

Then, I guess just because it was one of those rare weekends where he was home ALL weekend with nothing specific to do.... he even went upstairs and scrubbed our tub and shower. He was gonna wash all the windows (another thing he just loves to do for some reason), but he ran out of time.

Then, it rained. Rain is the one thing we really needed. Rain is only thing that was gonna stop this stubborn fire from going on for another week or so. Everyone in these parts was so happy to see rain, I sat outside with about 100 other people at a fundraiser dinner yesterday evening, in the drizzle, and didn't hear one person complain about the rain, or their soggy dinners.

Me, I sat there with my big ol' curly hair getting bigger and bigger, and frizzier and frizzier, and didn't even care that I was probably getting to look a lot like Bozo. It was rain. It was good.

Last night I even woke up and heard the rain, and said a prayers of thanks. This morning everything was all clean and wet and drippy.

I love rain anyway - but this rain was especially sweet.

Now even the air is clean. That beautiful crisp, bright air that I forgot you were supposed to be able to see through. It's gorgeous this morning. I love the smell and look of a morning after a rain.

Hee hee - good thing hubby ran out of time and didn't wash the windows.

.....and, check it out up there - three new stripes on the Fair Isle this weekend. It's all good.