Hey, It's Good to Be Back Home Again

This is my 4th evening at my house in White Stone. Bittersweet, indeed. I truly wasn't emotionally ready to leave Michael's house and our garden; but I can't continue to pay two mortgages. I rented a U-Haul last Sat. Jake, Elizabeth, Eli, and Wes came up from Rocky Mount to help me move. Michael, Jake's friend, joined in the chaos. I was determined to be brave leaving cherished items behind, but I had to insist a few times when Jake tried to talk me out of taking a memory or two, I just couldn't leave. I have added some of my furniture, rugs, and art and it's feeling a little more like home. Drinking a cup of coffee on the back porch feels so right. It's not only the view but the sounds and smells that welcome me back home. I am in the process of having dead trees and branches removed, hence the log on the ground. It looks amazing, now!

I am thrilled about the greenhouse/studio I have being delivered. My "she shed" at Michael's house was a place of serenity where I could forget about the hospitals, the long infusions, the worry about Michael and what I could do to make our time together special. For a short while I could just be me and paint or read. I didn't have any place like that at my house. I also didn't have a basement to use to protect my tender plants. I plan to create a sitting area on the left side of the greenhouse. My drafting table will go in the middle. The potting table with all my gardening tools, soil, grit, pots, and broken crocks will be on the other side. Who knows, maybe I'll even get my Mom's bed in there for reading. There are built-in tables for the plants. I'd love a solar chandelier in the apex of the A-frame. There are walls that I can use to hang the pieces of art I love like my Carol Grigg pieces and all my Native American pottery. I have a stunning painting of a stag (in what looks to be Scotland) on canvas and two indigenous-made orchid baskets that I got from the lady who had an antique shop in White Stone years ago. They will fit in perfectly. As I begin this new adventure, my heart is still heavy with grief. I believe it always will be but I am still here and I have many years before me, with the Lord's help. Now, how am I going to get my feral, fixed, felines there?