It is also fraught with lists and time and notions which come and go, and although I hate to wish time away I sometimes think how nice it would be if we were coming to the end of September and were all nicely settled, enjoying the late summer roses and the vivid colours of the chrysanthemums.
This morning we investigated the boxes which had been tucked into the pantry when last we moved six years ago. There was the silver, wrapped in saran when it was newly polished and still gleaming faintly, - and a box of recipes that I had saved in the early days of my marriage when my cooking was full of enthusiasm. I refused to throw it away the last time we moved, but time passes and a lot of the inventiveness lives in my mind now - a little creativity comes more naturally and so the contents of the box went into the recycle bag, with hardly a regret. I believe this to be healthy thinking....
Will anyone want the silver? Much of it is that forties grape pattern that is such a devil to clean.
Do the young ones have fond memories of the things I thrust upon them, and will they hold them dear?
I must go now and make out a list for tomorrow, - there is that box of crazy quilt pieces to finger and sigh over and perhaps if I leave a little sample square someone will be inspired!
And all the bits and pieces in the bottom drawer of the sewing machine, - the braids and buttons and bias binding, and the satin ribbons and unfinished embroidery.
Did I mention how much nostalgia is involved in this whole business?????