still packing

I have gotten to the point where it feels like I have been packing forever--the piles of boxes are taller than I am--and yet it still seems as though I have everything left to pack. So frustrating.

We have officially closed on the farmhouse but do not move in until Tuesday. I went out yesterday with the kids to make sure the place was still standing--and it, thankfully, was. And clean to boot. I nursed Laurel on a flat-top log next to our fire circle. It was breezy and cool and the grasses still have that winter gold to them, but you can see those perfect green shoots flying up from their bases. I also found within the confines of the fence the remainder of someone's herb garden. There is mint and sage and oregano and a couple things I can't identify. It will be a thrill to see what emerges as spring unfolds.