It was a summer of blooming, playing, growing, creating, and writing. Some of it can and has returned with us. The rest? Well, you see it here. One of the last things I do before I head out is to put Monsieur Winkelmann to bed. He's a big baby and needs a lot of attention before I leave. (Actually, it's me who needs to touch him, love on him, and let him know that we'll be back.)
I realized upon this arrival that our wagon was deteriorating out in the weather. I can move all the other farm equipment back into the barn, but I had to come up with something to protect the wagon too. Between a 2meter by 8meter tarp, some wire and the very photogenic background door; I think I've got it in pretty good shape for now.
All the geraniums went down to Evelyn...8 to be exact. She did such a great job with the ones from our previous departure that I'm hoping she can work her magic again with this batch and we'll be ready to roll when we return in 2015.
The roses had a last hurrah! The buddleia all got cut back to bloom again more lushly, but it still made me cry! (And, not because my hands hurt like hell from all that pruning.) During the last few days, my neighbors leveled my land, planted grass seed and gave me a box of wild flowers that can be planted next year. Patrick got us all chained and locked up. I gave the birds their last round of bird balls and got everything shuttered, settled, and turned off.
One of the very last things I do is to kiss the corner stone of the Chatette on our way to the bus stop. Oh, everyone offered to give me a ride. I'm hard headed. I like to suffer. I walk to the bus stop: carrying Sam; backpack loaded to the gills with "technology"; stopping; turning around; crying; going on to myself again about how hard this is; and, finish that first step of departure. My goal this year was a good departure. We succeeded!