The Perfect Day...

This mother, on a winter's day,

milked the goats and fed them hay.

Fed the cats, saddled the horse,

took The Boy to school, of course!

Did a washing, mopped the floors,

washed the windows, and did some chores;

cooked a dish of home-dried fruit,

pressed my husband's Sunday suit.

Swept the kitchen, made the bed,

baked a dozen loaves of bread.

Split some firewood, and then lugged in

enough to fill the kitchen bin.

Cleaned the lamps and put in oil,

stewed some apples I thought wold spoil.

Churned some butter, baked a cake,

then exclaimed "for heaven's sake,

the goats have got out of the pen!"

Went out and chased them in again.

Gathered the eggs and locked the stable,

back to the house and set the table.

Cooked a supper that was delicious,

and afterward washed up all the dishes.

Fed the dog and laundered the clothes,

mended the new garden hose.

Then opened the piano and began to play

"When you come to the end of a perfect day"

Author unknown

Thank goodness I don't have to chop firewood or change oil lamps but the rest of it seems pretty spot on most days...