That leaves many silent months in between, but we are finally out of the ice age of this winter and raking the gardens and yard and finishing up the sorting in the barn. We've ripped and torn our way through 9 boxes of Mom's papers that we were going to pay to shred. Now we will toast the names and addresses in a fire circle and recycle the de-identified cartons of chaff down at the recycle bins. I spent time this morning moving boxes in the barn to make it neater (in case the 'buyers' wanted to see the inside of the barn without having things look too disorderly).
The daffodils are in bloom, and we were blessed with a visit from Jenn in March.
We are also crossing our fingers and hoping that the couple who looked at our house today for the second time! like it enough to send us an offer this week.
Today was nice and warm...60s fahrenheit...and I also took the time to pick up some dead branches from the back yard, so that walking back there was not hazardous. Having a soil of heavy marine clay means the yard is as full as a sopping sponge in the spring, especially after two heavy rainstorm-y days this week. Flood watches everywhere, but we are on a high rise, and if anything gets wet in the backyard it will not reach the foundations of the house.
It is becoming a lovely spring. I am eager to finish the barn and attack the basement again.
One thing that has been interesting this fall and winter is how well we are able to live with the four plates and six bowls and several mugs that we saved out from packing. Well, a little more than that, but not much. It does not make me wish I owned less, however, and when we get to open the boxes at the mythical new house, it will be like Christmas.
I just hope it won't actually be Christmas-time when it happens.
