Yes, this is another post about our move. I promise there will come a day (soon) when I will stop with the incessant talk about moving to Arkansas. I will return to blogging about FoodFarmGarden&Life or whatever pops into my head.
Today is not that day.
(I do have a post coming up soon on mayonnaise. See how I worked in a little teaser to keep you hanging?)
Today I’m still blabbing about the move. How can I not? After almost thirty years in Texas, more than half my life, I am headed home to Arkansas. That’s huge. Plus, we’ve been in our Worth Street house twelve years. In twelve years the kids grew up and moved to college. So many meals and parties and conversations occurred around the dining room table. We planted trees and shrubs that now shade the yard.
Yesterday I loaded my car with things the moving truck wouldn’t carry.
Plants riding shotgun.
When I pulled from the driveway, I looked at the backyard with a different eye. Soon the Japanese Maples we planted and nurtured will belong to someone else. (sigh)
And then I drove away.
Everything I passed took on a different, bittersweet meaning.
Other than a traffic jam in Atoka (for real), my drive through Oklahoma was uneventful. (In case you don’t realize, driving from Dallas to Fayetteville is mostly spent in Oklahoma…)
I snapped yet another blurry picture of the Welcome To Arkansas sign through my bug-splattered window, because that’s what I do. This time it felt different.
Driving the final stretch into Fayetteville, I watched for turning trees. A hint of fall colored the landscape, but it’s still early.
This year I will see it. Live it. Experience fall from beginning to end.
Look what greeted me at our back door! I planted this coneflower two weeks ago when we closed on the house. It was sad and scraggly and hidden on the clearance rack at Lowe’s. I expected to wait a year to see blooms.
This pop of color made me dizzy happy. What a perfect ending to my drive.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
P.S. Fair warning—today the moving truck arrives. I’m sure there will be a blog somewhere in there.
“Reality isn‘t round, it‘s flat. There are edges where you can fall off and this October when I moved to Maine, I fell off one.”
― Carrie Jones, Captivate
Uncle Kracker – Smile