The Perfect Day

Two days ago the weather was perfect and beautiful. It was especially fine because there had been about a week of grey, gloomy skies, making me want to stay indoors and be lazy. I was looking out the window admiring the morning sunshine, trees and bushes in beautiful fall colors, when a friend walked by with her dog. Since I had not talked with her for about a week, I ran outside to chat. We marveled at the beauty of the day saying we wanted to get out and enjoy the warm temperature and the beauty surrounding us. This was somewhat of a casual conversation but the more we talked the more we decided we needed to do something.

My friend told me that her daughter had given her information some time ago about a Sculpture Park in Loveland that she thought we should visit. On the way is a little town called Hygiene that I wanted to see again. I had discovered it many years ago when I was exploring my new state and wondered how it had changed. We took off with these destinations in mind but somewhere I missed a turn and we did not find Hygiene. I kept driving and we did saw a sign telling us Loveland was ahead. As we drove we saw green fields in which horses or llamas grazed, as well as fields of corn and a tree farm no longer in business.  The fences were white and the houses we saw were fairly large. It felt as if we were out in the country. There were no business parks or large apartment complexes and not much in the way of traffic. Since I wasn't exactly sure where we were  so it was  a relief to see that we were entering Loveland. Immediately we saw a sign that said "Benson Sculpture Park". We followed the signs and found the park. It was quite large with wide sidewalks, big trees, and beautifully cared for lawns. There are wildflowers, shrubs and trees that have been planted in memory of a loved one. Many of the concrete benches scattered throughout the park have been similarly dedicated.  On one end of the park is a wetlands area, home to many birds and wildlife (the only wildlife we saw were the sculptures). As beautiful as it is, the highlight of the park are the 154 sculptures scattered throughout. Most of the sculptures are bronze, but there are some that are marble or metal. There are a variety of subjects depicted; animals, people, amphibians, several abstract pieces, some quite serious and others were whimsical depictions.  It is quite impossible to pick a favorite. Each sculpture has a placque that gives the name of the piece and the artist who created it. In addition the information is written in braille.

Amazingly the park has no entrance fee, except during the once a year art show and sale. Just find a place to park on the streets surrounding the park and start walking. We weren't able to walk around the whole grounds and are excited to tell two other friends in hopes they will want to visit with us and we can walk the part that we missed. Winter is approaching so it will have to be soon!

As we got in the car and went in search of a late lunch we again marveled at what a perfect day it had been!

Best-Laid Plans

September 12th was the day three years ago (2014) when a good friend passed away after what seemed to be a short illness (I say "what seemed to be" because I sometimes wonder if she knew more than she was telling). I had not been to the cemetery for quite a while and I decided that the anniversary date of her passing was a good time to remedy that and take some flowers to place on her marker. I had planned to go early in the day, but after doing the things that I needed to get done in the morning, I sort puttered around and did not make an early start and I didn't arrive there about 2:45 PM. There are no stand up headstones in the section where she is buried; rather all graves have flat markers. I always seem to have trouble finding her marker and this time was no exception. I walked out to the row where I thought it was and of course I was wrong. Walking back and forth to the left and to the right, I still could not find the marker. I decided to go back to the row where the markers began and start looking again. Before reaching the street and my car I heard a loud hissing noise and almost immediately was hit with a stream of water right in the face! For a moment I was stunned and didn't move. It was a hot day and the water actually felt good, but only for a moment when I realized I was about to be soaked. Large sections of the cemetery were being watered by large, oscillating sprinklers. Walking quickly I made it back to the road and my car where I stood for some time thinking that I would wait until the watering was done and I could resume my search. That assumption was wrong and after standing in the warm sun for a while, I got back in my car to wait it out. Fifteen minutes later the sprinklers were still going and I was getting a bit frustrated because I knew that traffic was starting to get heavy and it would take more time to get home. I was also disappointed not to be able to place those flowers on the headstone of a good friend. Instead I put the little bouquet at the edge of the grass. On the drive home I felt sad and a little bit bad for not coming sooner.  I also wondered why such a large section of the cemetery was being watered during the afternoon in the hours when people were visiting.

The best-laid plans...

Another Garden Guest

Friend or Foe?

In my previous post about BUGS I complained about the holes I was find in the newly emerged bean bushes, vowing not to plant any more seeds or seedlings if the current ones ended up full of holes or cut off at soil level. A few days after I posted that the plants had grown several more inches and there were no more holes in the leaves. In the next weeks blossoms formed and opened on the bushes, could beans be far behind? Soon that question was answered. Little beans of all colors started appearing. I have since been able to harvest enough beans for 3 meals and I think I can probably pick enough for one more meal. The little garden has a drip system of irrigation but there are sometimes some dry spots which I usually water with a hose to make sure it doesn't dry out. Yesterday when I was watering I noticed a movement in among the bean bushes, looking down I saw a slim snake curled up against the the boards of the raised garden bed. This snake didn't want to meet me or the water coming out of the hose and it somewhat frantically moved around, managing to slither up and over the edge of the border around the garden. It found a safe space under the bucket we use to make compost. Today we found either that same snake or another one (I wasn't able to get a good look at it) making it's way across the deck. From what I saw it looked somewhat smaller than the one I saw yesterday. I am fairly certain that the snake(s) were Garter snakes. They are generally slim and their average length is 22 inches. I did some research and found that Garter snakes can sometimes give birth to a large number of young. Information varies, but an average seems to be between 7-40! Garter snakes are carnivorous eating a diet of snails, slugs, crickets, garden pests. Now I think I may know where the insects eating my bean plants went! Another part of their diet can be earthworms. Our garden used to have a large number of earthworms and now that I think about it I have not seen many earthworms in our soil. Overall I suppose I should be "thankful" for the snakes as they probably consumed the bugs that first attacked my new seedlings. But I do have an aversion to coming "face to face" with a snake or stepping on one.

BUGS!

Who or What is munching my green beans?

About 2 weeks ago I planted green bean seeds all over a small raised garden bed. They emerged in 5-7 days and were putting out leaves and growing quickly in the warm sun. I went out daily to check on the progress of my plants and one day I noticed little holes on many of the seedlings. Several had been eaten back to just a little stem sticking out of the soil! I said "That's it, if the bugs eat all these plants, I'll never plant anything again!!" I inspected the leaves, but didn't spy any munching bugs or caterpillars (luckily for them) and I kept watering the seedlings hoping for the best. I checked Google and read that several types of insects attack green bean plants;

#1 Sap Suckers which are usually thrips, aphids, spider mites and whiteflies are all insects that leave little round holes in the leaves, however I didn't think these were the culprits as the plants didn't exhibit any other signs of this type of infestation, i.e., discoloration, distortions and premature leaf drop.

#2 Chewing Caterpillars such as larval stages of moths and butterflies, armyworms, leafminers and cutworms are chewing caterpillars that can also feed on green bean plants. I inspected the little plants and didn't see any sign of these critters and since the plants weren't chewed and defoliated I thought I could rule them out as well.

#3 Slimy Pests like snails and slugs can also cause small holes in the leaves. I could narrow it down to slugs since snails do not survive her, and I did not see the slimy silver trail across the leaves or soil that would indicate a slug.

#4 Munching Bugs which could be many beetles, weevils, lygus bugs (also known as the tarnished plant bug) and stinkbugs. The description of "munching bugs" makes me chuckle a bit as I picture a line of bugs marching through my garden. A Google search brings up much information on munching bugs and if you ask for images of munching bugs there are even pictures of people....you guessed it...munching bugs! ICK! Well, back to my bean plants. Since I could not really see any type of insect I just decided to let nature take it's course and in a few days my plants were up to 7 inches tall and the new growth seemed to be free of holes. Now I am back to trying to find 101 ways to cook and or eat green beans as I expect a bumper crop (provided it doesn't hail or rain so hard that it will destroy them, a real possibility as we are approaching Monsoon season).

Oh Snap! 31 Green Bean Recipes! - Southern Living

www.southernliving.com › Food › Entertaining

The key to this dish is developing a nice char on the green beans. To do so, heat the oil in your skillet until it almost smokes before adding the beans. Let them sear, stirring every 20 to 30 seconds, and they'll take on color. Feel free to sub thinly sliced strips of red bell pepper instead of hot chiles.

Seeds

Empty Garden...

In the last few years we have planted vegetables in a raised garden bed in the backyard. This year we were not motivated to do more than plant a couple of tomatoes. The idea of watering and weeding during the hot summer days just seemed like too much; but a few days ago while I was watering a couple of pots of herbs I looked at the bed just sitting there with nothing in it and decided that I would plant something. We had packets and packets of string beans of all sorts: green beans, wax beans and heirloom bean seeds in colors of green, yellow and purple (these disappointingly turn green when cooked) bought over the last couple of years, so into the ground they went! I like the idea of planting seeds because all they seem to need is warm soil and water to come to life. I pictured the seeds nestled in the warm and nourishing soil (how nourishing ours is I am not sure as it is not dark and loamy) drinking up the water I give them, turning into sprouts that would emerge in 10 days time (so the seed packet said). Summer was in full swing, the days are hot and with frequent watering the soil will act as an incubator so that the seeds will sprout very quickly. It was with a sense of anticipation that I go out each day to scour the soil for the first sign of a green sprout; at first folded over as it emerges from it's warm bed, finally breaking  through the soil to become a stem with two leaves unfolding at the top. It gives me a miraculous feeling when I think about seeds holding "a spark of life" in them even if they have been sitting in a seed packet for several years. The feeling is to me spiritual and wondrous.

Now we have a whole raised bed of almost nothing but small bean plants soaking up the sun and water, growing quickly. The packets state that the time from planting to harvesting is an average of 55 days. Since I planted somewhat late that will probably mean we should have beans by the end of August or second week of September. In the meantime I will watch them and marvel over the process that has produced those little green miracles. Now to find 101 ways to fix string beans!

                                             The Miracle of Seeds

"I've always been fascinated by seeds. The fact that plants can create little dormant pieces of themselves to broadcast out into the world to germinate is quite marvelous. Even more amazing, is how long some seeds can survive before given the chance to sprout. There have been discoveries of bean seeds uncovered in archaeological digs that are over a thousand years old, and they are still viable and able to germinate! While not all seeds have that ability to hold a spark of life for so many centuries, it's not uncommon for seeds that have been stored in a dry, cool place to maintain their viability for a decade." David Salman posted 01/10/14 in High Country Gardens

Channeling My Inner Van Gogh

                                                          COLORING PARTY

The Road Menders by Vincent Van Gogh

A few weeks ago some friends and I met at the house of one friend for a coloring party. Books containing pictures of all kinds have become popular and the number of books on various subjects can be overwhelming. There are books of flowers, sea creatures, gardens, books of pictures by famous painters and on and on. Whatever your interest you can probably find a book with pages to color. There are fancy colored pencils and markers that you can buy to color your pages with. The idea is that it is relaxing and stress reducing to spend time coloring in these pages. Although some are so intricate that I wonder how relaxing that can be!

There were 4 of us attending the party and we each had a different book. One friend did not have a book, so I brought along several that I had for her to chose something to color. We spent several hours coloring and then had dinner. Each person brought something to contribute to the "feast" so there was as much variety of foods as there was of pictures. Two party members finished their pictures and two of us only made progress. But it was relaxing and fun with lots of conversation flowing during the coloring and eating.

I chose a book of Vincent Van Gogh paintings and picked a picture of The Road Menders to color. I tried to stick pretty much to the colors that Van Gogh used (as much as my colored pencils would allow) in his painting. I think it would probably be fun also to chose a picture of something that allowed for wild and fanciful colors. We all had to admit that it was fun and relaxing to spend a few hours chatting while we colored away. I have to admit though that I have not picked up the pencils and pages again and don't really know why.

Where Has The Day Gone?

It is almost 3:00 P.M. and I am still in my pajamas. As I realize how quickly the day has slipped by I wonder, "just what have I done today? Do I have anything to show for the hours gone by?" Well, let's see--I got up at my normal hour, which for some is "late", gave the cat his insulin injection, made a cup of tea and some toast, loaded the dishwasher and started it. I then sat down to watch a little of the current "White House Drama" while I sipped my tea and ate my toast. After a while sitting in front of the television watching the minute by minute unfolding news, I decided to finish reading my current book and research some reviews written about it (Bleaker House: Chasing My Novel to the End of the World) most of them giving it good reviews except one). I had been attracted by it's cover when I saw it at the library and by the comments on the back stating that it "was so much fun to read", "Hilarious and original" a "romp of a book". Most of the online reviews mentioned humor. While I enjoyed the read I had to agree with one reviewer that it was rather dark at times. I recall some of the humor, but would not really call it "hilarious". In addition to finishing Bleaker House and looking for reviews I started two new books, checked my e-mail and played a few games of Solitaire (I won them both!).

Perhaps it is the weather (gray and cloudy), the cats have been sleeping all day, but then isn't that what cats mostly do anyway? Some how I don't think I can use that excuse, plain and simply it seems to be just a lack of motivation. Perhaps I don't feel that I have anything important or interesting to do? Perhaps I am just lazy?

THE SNOW QUEEN BALLET

                                                               SNOW QUEEN
 

Not long ago I commented to a friend that I wished we could find some activities to enjoy that did not involve going out to eat and that were relatively inexpensive. A few weeks ago she presented me with a few ideas. The first was a ballet performance of The Snow Queen a fairy tale written by Hans Christian Anderson. The ballet company was Danse Etolie Ballet which according to the program "is a non-profit organization founded by Marie-Jose Payannet in 2005, dedicated to offering artists of all ages a place to refine their talent and an opportunity to perform. Since its first performance in January 2005, Danse Etoile has produced original story ballets ranging from classical to contemporary and folk styles, offered countless free performances, and participated in outreach programs with local schools and community events in Boulder and Broomfield counties."  The Artistic Director, Marie-Jose Payannet grew up in France and was able to dance and train with many great dancers and ballet masters. Marie-Jose moved to the United States where she performed in many classical and character roles. In 2000 she moved to Colorado and eventually founded Danse Etoile. Danse Etoile stages several performances throughout the year and offers classes to dancers of all levels.

The venue where The Snow Queen was being performed was a 288 seat auditorium. There were performances on a Friday, Saturday and a Sunday matinee. Two friends and I attended the afternoon matinee. In this intimate setting where every seat was filled, we were joined by several groups of seniors from and Assisted Living facility and parents with little girls dressed in sparkly and fancy dresses. Despite the many small children i attendance all was quiet once the performance began. Everyone was enthralled with the dancers, costumes, scenery and music. 

 I am not an expert in anyway about techniques and the intricacies of ballet, so I can not offer any well founded or authoritative opinions on this performance, but I can say that I was fascinated. The dancers seem to take on the personality of the various characters they played. The costumes were  beautiful and instead of shuffling scenery on and off for each scene, there was a large screen behind the dancers that set the scene and offered a sort of magic to the ballet. 

I continue to be enchanted by this ballet and look forward to attending another event upcoming in June which presents The Firebird & Petrushka. I did some research and found that The Firebird is based on a Russian fairy tale of a magical glowing bird. The ballet was written by Igor Stravinsky for the Ballet Russes of Sergei Diaghilev a Russian art critic, patron, and ballet impresario. Petrushka as Stravinsky was completing The Firebird.  Petrushka according to Wikipedia, "tells the story of the loves and jealousies of three puppets.  The three are brought to life by the Charlatan during the 1830 Shrovetide (Pre-Lenten Season) Fair in St. Petersburg, Russia." Those puppets were Petrushka, The Ballerina and The Moor. Petrushka is in love with the Ballerina, but she rebuffs him in favor of the Moor. In response Petrushka challenges the Moor who slays Petrushka with his sabre. Then as night falls Petrushka's ghost rises over the puppet theatre and "he shakes his fist at the Charltan, then collapses in a second death."* 

I imagine beautiful, colorful costumes of the magical flowing bird in The Firebird and the emotion and drama of Petrushka and look forward to seeing this performance. It was much more enjoyable than just lunch! 

*From Wikipedia

WHIRLWIND

For weeks now I have been "glued" to TV, watching endless hours of Cable News Network channels coverage of mostly the current political situation. I don't seem to be able to tear myself away from watching and I am foregoing some of my usually watched programs (though if I remember I do record them for watching later but later I am still watching cable news!). I haven't read much, have neglected housework and chores, barely took the time to cook or plan meals.  My emotions run the gamut from fear, anger, frustration and depression. By constant viewing am I blowing events out of proportion? Are they becoming magnified in my mind and thoughts? Wouldn't it be better to think of more pleasant things? The answer to that is YES! But so far my thoughts keep swirling around and around.

After several weeks of almost 24/7 watching I told myself that it was time to turn it off.  It is hard to do though as each new morning brought a new bomb or land mine thrown out in 140 characters or less!  I never know what will be happening next. This morning brought news that the current administration is stating that the former administration wire tapped phones at The Golden Tower. It is hard to describe the sinking feeling this newest accusation gave me. Is this a deflection? Taking attention away from some new action to follow?  Changing the subject to cover up something else? I just can't accept the idea that there is any truth to it. The description "side show" came to mind:  "a diversion or spectacle that is incidental to a larger set of circumstances  or a bigger issue of concern". Is the famous line from Shakespeare's Macbeth more apt: "...it is a tale told by and idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."? 

Tomorrow I vow to stop all the whirlwind of thoughts and hours spent in front of the television and try to focus on ways to enjoy time with my friends and family, reading good books, food to enjoy, to write about fun times and events. I am going to write about "little things" that make me happy.

"In the age of technology there is constant access to vast amounts of information. The basket overflows; people get overwhelmed; the eye of the storm is not so much what goes on in the world, it is the confusion of how to think, feel, digest and react to what goes on"--Chris Jami

What Will Tomorrow Bring?

The endless hostile campaigning is over.
The combative debates are over.
The election is over.
The inauguration is over.
What will tomorrow bring?


Most of the people I know held their breath and wondered what tomorrow would bring?  It wouldn't take long before we found out. Executive Orders flying out of the White House with speed of lightening.  Everyday brought something new and concerning. Alienating Mexico regarding building of "The Wall".  Then on Friday, the most distressing so far. A ban on immigrants from several countries effectively immediately. Some people were in airports waiting to board planes for the United States, some people were in mid-air on their way already, some had landed and were being detained and held for hours. But another day has passed and we know that it is only the beginning. Citizens have flocked to the streets, parks and airports demonstrating in opposition to policies and appointments. Attorneys have given pro bono help to immigrants who have been detained. Senators and Representatives joined demonstrators in protesting this Executive Order. People are being fired leaving holes in important agencies. Protests keep happening. George Orwell's 1984 is the most requested book on Amazon and in fact has sold out; library copies area all checked out. 

Why are some Congressmen afraid to speak out if they think it is wrong? Aren't they supposed to represent us, "We the People"? Confirmation hearings are continuing tomorrow, but it's difficult to halt a speeding out of control train. There seems to be so much chaos that my head is spinning trying to keep up and stay informed. This is just my opinion and I am not an expert by any sense of the word, but I am a voter. 

"If you can't convince them; confuse them."  Harry S. Truman

TEARS

OK! I Admit It, I Have a Problem!

On February 9, 2015 I wrote a blog page entitled "Is There Such Thing as Too Many Books" . At the top of the page was this quote: "It is impossible to read all the books on my to-read shelf but I keep adding books anyway". This is exactly what I do! I have added and added and added every chance I got. I somehow convinced myself that I would be able to read all these books and I would keep buying and buying and buying!

 Recently my oldest Granddaughter moved to an apartment while attending her last semester of college, leaving her bedroom and adjoining bathroom without an occupant. While I will always think of it as her room, I didn't hesitate long to take over. There is a bed in the room to accommodate guests should there be any, but my intent was to build a sanctuary library. I bought three 30 inch wide bookcases just like the two I have in my bedroom downstairs. It is when I began filling those shelves with books that I truly realized the scope of my problem!! I have a shelf of Christmas books and one or two shelves of some of my favorite books (books that I have already read, but love the gentle stories that I almost feel I could live in), most of the books are unread by me. Once I started adding unread books from one room to the other and from boxes in the basement, I admit that I have problem. If I keep going the way I have been I will have to remove the bed and line every wall with bookcases. I seem to be spending more time buying books than reading them!

A Real Treasure Right in My Own Backyard

I started this post several months ago but never finished it or posted it. Sometimes I start posts and decide that they are not really meaningful or blog worthy. This was not the case with this post, I was simply trying to decide how to tell the story.  In addition I was unsure how to include pictures since I had a new computer that I didn't totally know how to use. 


A Warm Fall Day

Today I spent part of the day walking and exploring Majestic View Nature Center and Community Park with a friend. We started out to walk in a pleasant outdoor setting since the weather was well above average and it was a beautiful day. We ended up being amazed at what we found. This reserve sits just off busy streets surrounded by housing. If you enter the park from 72nd Street you park in a parking lot that faces west and offers a spectacular view of several acres of prairie grasslands, Oberon Lake and foothills in the distance.

 Normally at this time of the year the air would be crisp and there might even be snow on the tops of the foothills, but not this day. The temperature was in the low 80's. First we walked down to a little lake that is home to water fowl and birds of all sorts. We stopped on a little observation platform and looked out across the little lake (we later learned it was Oberon Lake) where we enjoyed the peaceful surroundings. We listened to the birds as they flew into the trees that circled the lake and we felt like we could just stand there all day, but instead we decided we needed to see as much as we could of the surrounding Nature Center. We walked up the hill passing several different demonstration gardens that contain various plants and trees found in various natural environments and topography of Colorado; prairie grasslands, mountain tundra, riparian (which I found out means wetlands along a river or stream, semi-desert Shrubland, Montane Forest among others. Outside the building containing classrooms, kids activity area and meeting rooms,  it was quiet and peaceful. A bench provided seating and I felt as if I could just sit there for a long time soaking up the stillness and serenity. Instead we entered the building where a truly educational experience awaited us. There are several docents who will gladly tell you everything that the center has to offer. There are interactive exhibits, books, hands on displays ,examples of wildlife of the area, public classes, demonstrations and classes for school age children. There are several meeting rooms that are available to rent for events or groups.  My daughter, Baby Bird, is an elementary school teacher and each year her class visits the center for part of day. She relates that the students love the experience and all the volunteers and docents are enthusiastic and informative. It is incredible and impressive that within a few miles of home this remarkable place exists.

View to the West

The City of Arvada provides funding for Majestic View in additional donations from the public which make it possible. 

Several miles away from Majestic View you can also visit Two Ponds National Wildlife Refuge. It covers 72.2 acres which includes 63.2 acres of uplands, 9 acres of wetlands and three small ponds. The reserve also sits just off a busy urban street and when suburban expansion threatened the space in 1990 concerned citizens worked to save it from development. In 1992 the Reserve was established to protect various animals and high plants. Two Ponds is the smallest urban unit in the National Wildlife Refuge system. The east side of the refuge is open May-September, the west side is accessible all year long.

Two Ponds National Wildlife Refuge









Both of these wonderful places are within 3 miles of my home, right in  my own backyard!

What Would It Be Like?

January 16, 2017
                                   


Could I do it? What would it be like to get rid of things that still have some sentimental attachment for me--"things" that were given to me by friends, grandchildren, other family members? How could I just place them in the box marked "donations"? What about all those hundreds of pictures of my Grand Baby Birds in various stages of their lives? I still smile when I look at them, how can I just place all but the best in the trash? From time to time I thin out recipes that I have collected, but what would it be like to just take the whole pile and get rid of it? Would I feel better, lighter, more free, less unencumbered? What about all those items I have collected because they made me smile, warmed my heart or reminded me of someone or some place?

I have a wall of bookcases filled naturally with books, but also with those collected items. From time to time, season to season, I rotate those collections. Some are always there and some go away in a box for a while but I know that they are still mine. I tell myself that I am going to read all those books although I am beginning to wonder if at my age it is possible. I bought them because "they sounded interesting" and I hope that most of them are, but so far I haven't read many of them.

A friend wrote a blog about two Minimalists (see spongefullofthoughts.blogspot.com) who quit their jobs, sold most of their possessions and started living a "minimalist" life in a Montana cabin. In reading more about these two I discovered that they were at first motivated by certain events in their lives to make these changes. They write in their books about how much these actions improved their lives. 

I have no such events to motivate me to take these actions, just a sometimes a vague sense of too much clutter surrounding me. Can I apply some of their actions to my life to declutter? The big question for me is: Do I Want To? Do I want to look at bookshelves with some books on them and only one or two carefully placed items? I think as long as those items make me smile or give me a comfortable feeling, I won't be able to get rid of much!

TIPS FOR DECLUTTERING SHOULD YOU CHOOSE IT

1. Give yourself 5 solid minutes. ...
2. Give away one item each day. ...
3. Fill one trash bag. ...
4. Make a list. ...
5. Take the 12-12-12 Challenge. ...
6. Change your perspective. ...
7. Experiment with numbers. ...
8. Use your imagination.

More items...

10 Creative Ways to Declutter Your Home - Becoming Minimalist

www.becomingminimalist.com/creative-ways-to-declutter/