(This is part of an on-going story that I write from time to time in this blog. If you want to "ketchup" start with the January 4th post.)
The house had never been so "lived in" in such a long time! Toys on the oval rag rug between the wing chairs, and in the chair. Sasha didn't know where to plop herself down in the evenings. Crayons on the kitchen table with lots of artwork tacked on the refrigerator and on the walls. Dishes in the sink--not rinsed and put in the dishwasher. Towels and pint-sized clothing items to pick up from the bathroom floor, guest towel to hang back up on the rack and shampoo lids to return to their originally planned positions.
It wasn't Patricia's fault at all, there was just so much activity right now with the beginning of harvest season. It was nice having little "Patty" stay for the week, but we had been running all week and things needed to get done! New laborers were showing up needing direction. The storefront was opening this weekend, shelves still needed to be stocked and new applicants for the sales position were arriving in response to the sign in the shop window. Last minute deliveries needed to be signed for, and in the midst of all this, a house guest from Thomas House! Whew!
"But, then, I knew if I was going to do this, the only time for it was before the harvest season, I just didn't think about it being the last week before the season started!" Abby argued to herself, "And, Patty had been such a delight! But my Paddy was a little confused having a "Patty" around; they have had so much fun playing in the yard, hunting for caterpillars and bugs between doing the chores. I'd call out "Patty" and they would both come running!" She smiled at the thought as she picked up the toys from the chair and placed them in the small cupboard. "I'd do this again . . . next year--next spring or after harvest season."