Needles
Admittedly, needles get away from me from time to time. Seek and they will be found. Anyone working with fuzz and threads knows the sentiment.
This season, there is no way I can keep track of the evergreen needles. Front door, back door and all across the floors. The winds have been so horrific, I look closely to see if there are indeed some bare branches.
Since 1987, I have guarded against all things less than good from being tracked into our home. This season I am calling “Uncle.”
Dennis has specialty shoes that he faithfully wears. They are not easily taken off and put back on during the day. So we have evergreen needles stuck to the shoes as Dennis comes in the back door . . . so be it. If a bit of snow comes along in with them . . . so be it.
I am the one usually manning the front door, either for the mail or for clearing the front deck. The huge evergreen tree has boughs of its branches hanging over the deck railing. The deck is covered with its needles. My shoes also like to bring in some extras.
If that’s the worst case of what is needed for cleanup, I think we will manage just fine. It’s our home and indeed a home that can and has handled almost anything in 38 years. Even visitors can and do leave their shoes on . . . why not!
With that I will take my leave. ♥