Pine Sol is an aphrodisiac.

I just love the smell of it. It takes me back to when my mom would clean house on Saturdays. The dryer would be running in the dining room. The washer was in the kitchen. We had a messed up house for a while until my sister got married and moved out. We had linoleum all through the house. Once carpet was installed in the 80s, the smell still came on Saturdays, but it was usually confined to the kitchen or bathroom.

I've spent the afternoon cleaning the house. I've got a guest who will be staying here over the weekend. I've cleaned the kitchen to within an inch of its life. Even the cords are tucked. We wouldn't want it to look tacky.



The cat has had about enough of me chasing her from room to room.



I didn't intend on cleaning the house this early today. I had planned to save it for after sundown. But things happen. I hauled out the woodsplitter today.



I got a little done before I heard something snap. I hope it's just a rod or a spring. I haven't checked it out yet. It gets hot while it's running. I'll do that tomorrow before work.



With no working splitter, I turned my attention to a plant Carla gave me. One is about to bloom. I left it alone and snipped out its companion. I have no idea what it is. I added some jade like plants and a few pebbles.



I repotted the sago palm in the terracotta container by the basement door. I don't want to lose this one. The one planted by the chimney is there for a test. I bet it survives.



This is a double blooming morning glory. It reached a height of 3' this year. Big whoop. The flowers are stunning though.



It's 79 degrees. The smell of Pine Sol wafts through the air. It's a good day.