By the end of the week there are many corners in my home that have accumulated piles. When Friday comes all piles get sorted and put away. I must start my weekend with a clean slate. Before this week's tidying I went around the house snapping pictures. Each assemblage of things has it's own personality of the people who left them. I am going to keep photographing them for myself, these little time capsules of my family.
The end of the kitchen counter continually collects bits from each day. A necklace swept out from under the table, those buttons we couldn't part with taken off that sweater nobody wanted. Things temporarily parked on their way into or out of someone's bag.
My older daughter's corner of the kitchen table usually looks something like this. Each evening before dinner is served she moves whatever it is she is working on to the floor, the windowsill, the stairs. Come Friday though, it all goes back to whence it came.
I have piles too. Laundry piles, book piles, sewing piles, and of course piles of dishes. Not as interesting as the children's piles. I know their piles are going to change drastically in the next few years so I savor these future memories today.