Will the person responsible for inventing scissors please come and clean up the mess at my house! 

My five year old has taken it upon herself to cut paper every waking moment for the last month.  

 

I love her to pieces. 

Procrastinate....

pro·cras·ti·nate

 /proʊˈkræstəˌneɪt, prə-/ Show Spelled [proh-kras-tuh-neyt]  verb, -nat·ed, -nat·ing.

–verb (used without object)

1.

to defer action; delay: to procrastinate until an opportunity is lost.

–verb (used with object)

2.

to put off till another day or time; defer; delay.

Some days my motto is "why do today what you can put off til tomorrow!".

I don't advise this to just anyone.

I wonder what is in my nature that tends towards putting things off until later? 

Is it the thrill of having everything come due all at once?

  Maybe I work better under that kind of pressure. 

If I'm being honest, I'll tell you that sometimes I can clean my house in 37 minutes flat.  Including bathrooms.

And I do mean spotless clean.
 Never mind that I am sweating like I've just run a marathon.

My next topic would have to be "piles".  

It's fall....

Fall has been present.  

Many times in the past I've complained that Mother Nature went right from summer to winter, robbing us of our fall.  This time around she has made up for all the stolen days of the past.

When I was younger I hated fall.  

I didn't want the leaves to loose their green or the ground to turn cold.  I wanted to always feel the warm sun and have the smell of fresh cut grass.  

I guess I've changed.

Fall now feels like a wonderfully deep breath.   

It's a season that gives me pause.

I love the fall.  I look forward to it. 

I wonder if I will ever feel this way about winter.  We aren't good friends yet.

(I actually took this photo!  I'm quite impressed.  Aren't you?)