I've known it for a while. I don't deal gracefully with clutter. And yet, when things are less than tidy, I can manage to overlook the mess for a while, and pretend like it isn't bothering me.
But oh, to have things clean! It makes me want to step into the freshly cleaned room and breathe deep and appreciate the order presiding. With the clean-ness comes peace that couldn't be had in the chaos of clutter.
I appreciate peace, especially.
On an unrelated note, we had our first blueberries of the summer today. Talk about delicious. I'll always think of picking blueberries at my grandmother's every summer. She was always so much braver than I, going into the very middle of the thicket, while I stuck resolutely to the edges. Better berries could not be had.