Our new renters move in to the yellow house on Friday.
I went to get the last of the pictures down, and Nathan will bring five tomorrow to pick up my trees and let him say goodbye to the old house.
They are garden people, they say, and picked our house for the garden.
I am leaving it for them.
It’s not like I can take it with me.
I do have seeds, all my seeds from the last harvest.
I can start over, in little bits, as mostly I am growing children right now.
But these sunflower seeds? All I have to do is scatter them. And it’s almost time.
And this keychain of mom’s is the last thing to go. I needed to take it last, to let it be done, to do it quietly and consciously.
And so it is, a final goodbye as our temple date approaches, and a brand new start as seeds go into the ground.
Blessings upon us all.