I'm a hopeless homebody. I can burrow in deep and get lost in my own four walls like nobody's business. That's not to say that I'm not adventurous. Once you pry me away from my domesticity and get me on the open road, I love it as much as anybody else. Maybe more.
But that point of departure is a tricky one for me. Its preceded by a host of rituals where I seem to have to clean and touch everything before I go. It drives my husband crazy. But who wants to come home to dishes in the sink? Or sofa pillows all askew?
I spend a few minutes calming myself at the ironing board. Nothing soothes me more. I have no fear of flying, mind you. We are driving this time anyway. But a bit of time standing at the open window in the early morning air listening to the birds does my soul a world of good and makes me feel that all will be well while I'm away.
Ironing the new pillowcases from Rachel Ashwell are just the thing! They come in a little pouch, as many of her things do, and have these delightful buttons as a finishing touch.
I leave the nursery (my ironing room as well) smelling of freshly pressed linen, and say farewell.
Goodbye teddy bear!
Goodbye to all my piles of shop-waiting things.
See you later roosters. . .
Miss you pitchers and bowls!
Be good bunnies.
The finches have only just discovered the new feeders. I hope they don't run out of seed!
I took a goodbye photo through the screen. See my Goldies there?
Goodbye fountain! (The Goldfinches love it too.)
Goodbye Swedish Ivy! Stay green!
Bags are packed and ready to go!
See you on the road!