This past summer and fall it was amazing to see fine grit on the furniture--summer dust. It rested most on the window sills left open to welcome a breeze and admit the comfort of fresh air during the night. Though not much of a duster, I removed the grit more frequently than I thought possible in August, September and October. When the rains put an emphatic end to grit in the wind, it seemed that perhaps all the summer dust had been removed from the house.
|Gritty "summer dust" behind hidden behind the books|
on the library wall.
However, when Things I get to do today encompass taking down a wall of bookcases in order to paint the surfaces behind, unknowns become known. Behind the books (and even in front of the books--gasp!) lay a significant amount of summer dust. Perfect time to see it on its way and dust the books. Perfect time to settle into the rain and damp of middle fall and winter and to allow time to gently bless all surfaces with the lint and fluff of winter dust.