She had forgotten that the final move into this cottage was one year ago.
Spring arrived and gardens were planted.
An exciting and very busy year.
She will have to say that it has been her happiest year in these last years.
So, One Woman - slow down, rest this winter and enjoy your dream.
Dream of what will emerge in the garden next Spring.
Woodhaven - December 2009
She was up at 5:00 in the early morning and picked up her helper at 7:00. Traffic was really bad at that particular time. They arrived at 8:00 in the city and immediately started packing dishes and all that could go in boxes, bags and in her car - as fast as they could.
Movers arrived at 9:00. Oh my- what a long day. She had the thought that this move would only take a few hours. Well she was wrong. She is not usually wrong!!! There were a number of really big pieces of furniture. They had been moved from home to home over the years and hopefully they will stay put until her children decide what to do with them.
Everything on truck and the moving men and she were headed down the road. When she finally came to the country road, she looked at her helper and said "I can finally breathe".
When the truck was being unloaded - she asked the driver "what do you think of my country home" - and his reply was "here you can breathe".
All went well and the movers did not leave the country until 5:00 pm.
So, One Woman is happy, peaceful and very very tired. Her bed felt like Heaven last night.
She was up at 4:00 this morning just to check on Callie. Her helper has an item on screen porch she is picking up today and she wanted to make sure Miss Callie was not "chewing on it".
All was fine and so she began to look in boxes, bags, garage and started hanging a few pictures.
She is not very disciplined with herself.
I will close as I am weary - but - at last this home is me. Sleeping on a mattress, eating at a card table, nothing on the walls or mirrors in the bathroom is not me. - 5 months was enough of that.
So, now I truly feel I am home . All the old, scarred furnishings that were bought years ago for another lifetime, the items that were my mother's and grandmother are lovingly in their new home in the country.
I can dwell in this home as if it were a heart.
When I feel that pulse I know that all that comes to me will also go. Living in this stream I understand You are my life blood. Let me feel You course through me, through this door, throughout my life.
Words in part from "Being Home" by Gunilla Norris
A book that was received today as a gift from a special friend