the urge to sort is strong

for some weeks there has been a small pile of dried fall leaves and spent floral petals gathering in the unused corner of my dining room table. from experience, i know if i leave it there long enough, someone (usually my daughter or my best friend) will eventually start absentmindedly playing with the debris while we catch up over tea.  today, my daughter got snared by my trap. she sorted, grouped, pushed, re-assessed, added, and eventually wandered off to resume her work day. i grabbed my camera, pushed the shutter, and declared another day of STILL in the bag.