I know it's been too long. I know this and I am sorry. But so many people lately are telling me to update this place, and to let readers know what's going on my life so I thought I'd follow their advice. Not because I think what's going on is so extremely interesting. But I am still here. In the old manor house on the hill.
For one more month from tomorrow.
Yes, I am moving. And believe me, it's time to go. The owners are putting the place up for sale and in order to get the remaining issues dealt with, it's better that the house be empty. I found a little place nearby for at least a temporary fix. And it is tiny. It is the smallest place I will have ever lived in. But it's got character, and I can take George and Miss Blackie.
But purging things that I've been carrying around for years is most difficult. I've sold some items, donated many others, and just plain trashed a lot as well. I'll miss so much about this place and the refuge it has been for such a long time for both myself and my husband when he was alive. But I do want (and need) to move on.
I took the photos above just a few nights ago. This little family of deer has been visiting a lot lately and they're quite content here. There are two fawns, a yearling buck, a doe, and an older buck. I won't be getting action like this at the new place . . . it's in a quiet residential area, something I'm going to have to get used to. Prior to coming to the major house, I'd been living on horse farms all my adult life, where open spaces abound. But I can do this (although I don't relish the idea of having to walk George on a leash when he wants to go out first thing in the morning!)
I posted this picture of Miss Blackie on my Instagram account a week or so ago and entitled it Still Life with Kitty and Packing Boxes. This change will be stressful on all of us but we'll get through. And all shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.
And with that, I bid you adieu. Until next time, my friends.