Chore

If there is one chore around the house I am very bad about attending to, it would be the ironing. (Let's not even talk about mopping, because I haven't done that since we moved in.) I'm a terrible procrastinator when it comes to washed and wrinkly shirts, maybe because I don't know how to iron 'correctly,' maybe because I have one of those small table-top ironing boards that aren't terribly useful, maybe because ironing seems especially futile against the reality of entropy. They're just going to get wrinkly again, and sooner rather than later. I keep a collection in the laundry room for a month or two until I finally address them.

Monday's sun inspired me to another attempt. Six shirts back into the rotation.

Also, here's bloom number two in full sunlit splendor.