Are we there yet?

Jennifer put a picture of a falcon that landed up in her tree.  She thinks it is after her little finches.    I would say it is a commanding presence; strong and willful and very alert.   

Here is a great idea for a pallet or two.   Fresh herbs growing in a very small space.  Rosemary and Thyme.  

A picture of Puget sound and the colors of Fall.    This would have been a view from a window of a little house I could have lived in , but chose smaller 'digs'.    I can always get a ride down the hill and see this on a daily basis.

Another view . . . Port Orchard is a very pretty place.

If I am not mistaken, the Ferry slip is here.

Another view on a frosty morning.

I may get to ride in this little boat and find out what history I can learn about this lovely area.

  I know you are all tired of reading words about down sizing, moving on, changing places, filling boxes, selling treasures,, but that seems to be what is on going in my life these days.   I've been helping daughter Patrica fill some boxes and didn't think about leaving out a few utensils so she could feed herself, although I did leave a cup, a glass, a plate and a pan.    She found a spoon so didn't starve to death.   As each room empties, the house takes on an empty feeling, bare walls, bare floors and the warmth leaves waiting for someone to come and make it feel alive again.    On the other end there is a house waiting to be made alive with new beginnings and old treasures that were saved.   Much like life. . . it goes on.    I can't think of anyone who enjoys moving.   It entails so much change in your lifestyle.  Some excellent, good, wonderful and exciting . . . yet, a little harbinger of  doubt,  a bit of loneliness for the comfort and bliss of years.  The loss of the backyard view with the bright berries calling the birds who get dizzy from eating them.   The flower beds with their beautiful flowers blowing in the wind.   The living, the loving, the memories within the four walls.  There is sadness in leaving friends behind .   So whatever the reason, or the season, for moving it  has to be important or it would not take place.   

So enjoy your home while you are able.  When change comes into your life face it with courage and strength and get on with living.   While you are at it, change colors, add beauty, invite old friend to visit and live life like there is no tomorrow.   And you thought moving was a picnic.    There are blessings as we have new modern modes of communication so we do not lose touch.    An open door, an open heart . . . what more could  you ask for?  Don't be lazy, keep the doors open. Hugs to all.