The beauty of fall. And this vine…
When I first discovered bittersweet growing on the windmill, it was a pleasant surprise. We had put our offer on 937 Mains Crossing Avenue in March of 2001 when vines are void of color and snow covers the landscape.
With the dream to own a little country gift shop on a farm, this was the frosting on the pumpkin muffin. For eight years I climbed the windmill and cut the curly vines heavy with orange berries to sell and to decorate with.
Just before pulling out of the driveway on move-out day, I glanced up at the windmill with sorrow that I quickly dismissed. It would not do any good to feel sad for my loss. This chapter of our lives was over.
I had no time to think about bittersweet after that. On the other side of 12 years of farming, gardening, and decorating our home, and 9 years with a gift shop, when we pulled all of our furnishings, garden decor, tools and merchandise out of their places, dealing with it all has been, at times, overwhelming.
Like trying to fit into pants three sizes too small. Not that I’ve tried that or anything. 🙂
We are renting our former home back, partly-furnished. Not knowing how long we would be staying, I could hardly ask our landlord to move her things out and then possibly have to move all again, so we purchased a 28′ trailer and packed it tight. We made arrangements to keep use of one of the pole-sheds for a time (which is nearly up after 6 weeks) and packed full the garage and basement of this home. Still packing/unpacking.
And saying that makes me feel like a glutton.
When everything has a place and a use, all feels…right. But when there is no place for it, I find it feels bitter. Milk cans and wheelbarrows collected as garden ornaments…shelves on walls…chairs in corners…now sitting packed. And we don’t know yet where we will end up, so getting rid of things is a bit of a decision dilemma for one who, on a good day can be indecisive.
That big 28′ trailer is sitting in our back yard waiting for us to empty it. Here it is on the way out of the driveway moving day:
Dale built shelves in the basement here in our ‘rental’, I hauled in tubs and boxes, then tables and more boxes. We are down to several large furniture pieces that he built (a wardrobe, a storage cupboard) and one extra large cupboard that was a display piece in my shop.
It’s been a lot of pressure to keep going. Often I am the one putting pressure on myself. I don’t want the trailer to be sitting in the back yard this long. It’s not my grass it is sitting on. (though if the grass dies, we can fix it…and I need to think like that more-turn my thoughts away from feelings of obligation imposed by myself).
But we are almost there…a few more loads to come here from the farm and we will be resting until the next uprooting.
In all, the daily blessings sweetly diminish the difficulties. We’ve enjoyed the colors of fall, the sunsets on the lake across the street from our home, the walks to the park, and times with family. All leaving us with new memories to treasure.