Work, Sweet Work

Hello, Dear Readers,

Being that it's Monday, and the beginning of a new work week, I'd like to share one of my favorite poems from Louisa May Alcott, entitled "A Song From the Suds".

I liked it so much that I wrote out three of the verses on my laundry room doors (I guess I haven't gotten over the habit of scribbling on the walls!).

"A Song From the Suds"

Queen of my tub, I merrily sing, While the white foam raises high,

And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring, And fasten the clothes to dry;

Then out in the free fresh air they swing, Under the sunny sky.

I wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls The stains of the week away,

And let water and air by their magic make Ourselves as pure as they;

Then on the earth there would be indeed A glorious washing day!

Along the path of a useful life Will heart's-ease ever bloom;

The busy mind has no time to think Of sorrow, or care, or gloom;

And anxious thoughts may be swept away As we busily wield a broom.

I am glad a task to me is given To labor at day by day;

For it brings me health, and strength, and hope, And I cheerfully learn to say—

"Head, you may think; heart, you may feel; But hand, you shall work always!"

May we always remember that work is indeed a blessing, and that life would be very boring (and miserable) without it!

Love,

Marqueta

p.s. I have lots of these sunflowers that have reseeded from last year's plants. If anyone is interested in some seeds, just let me know and I'll send some out to you!