The Druids loved the trees. So do I. The forest is where I feel most at home. Trees live for thousands of years and communicate with each other through mycelium under the ground. They are amazing. I think at times, I can 'feel' them. But the Druids knew trees. They even had a secret alphabet based on tree species. During the last times of the practicing Druids, witch hunters and witchcraft were considered of the devil. So tree medicine had to be carefully disguised, hence the secret alphabet, but even so, much has been lost. If I had a religion, it would be of the forest Druids. It is remarkably similar to many of the North American first nations beliefs and some of the cures and herbs they used are the same, though Druids were in the British Isles and the natives of North America were far apart.
So, back to tidying the farmhouse. I completely emptied the drawers from the one dresser in my room. There are too many clothes for a dresser and the closet is full of pretty stuff I never wear, but used to and who knows. So I keep it. The rest of the clothes are folded and piled on the nightstand mostly. That is cluttered for sure, but the actual closet is very small. My room is done, laundry folded and away as away as it goes. I do not read in bed or in my room, so the books remain in the living room, the new ones that is. Next I will tackle the living room again. When one has a tiny house, it is just a case of moving things from one place to another, because there really isn't any place to put them. Lots are carted down to the dungeon, because it is out of the way, but eventually that has to all be dealt with too.
The floor is swept, though by tomorrow, it will look as though it never has been. I could not get the fire to cooperate and smoke filled the house with the downdraft that came up suddenly. Ashes went everywhere! Tomorrow that has to be tidied. But my little farmhouse is warm and cozy when the little wood stove is crackling away and I love it. I wish you were here to share that nice fire with me. The light fixtures have been sitting in boxes in the living room since I moved back here, but I am waiting patiently for some one to put them up for me. Maybe on Tuesday, my friend will have some time he said. Til then, tidying the farmhouse is a vicious circle, never ending, moving things from one place to the other and back again, but I would not trade it for a palace. Home sweet home, it is to me!