What’s the opposite of hoarding?

Almost Brave

If you’ve been following me on Twitter you’ll already know that our house move is imminent: twelve days imminent, actually. Panicking? A bit, but I’m sure there’s time for plenty of that yet.

We’ve started packing our many many belongings into boxes and the whole thing is beginning to happen. In spite of this, I know I’m dragging my heels a little because part of my heart doesn’t want to leave this house. I’m not yet in love with our new house but I know I will be, soon enough. This house was never our forever home but it has been home for eleven years and I’ll miss it hugely.

I packed my books today, some of them. There are six more shelves of books left to pack but most of them are hardbacks so they await sturdier containers than cardboard boxes. There’s a strange sense of melancholy associated with packing much-loved books. But I’m finding gloom in everything at the moment, so perhaps it’s packing related and not a book thing at all.

Always Simple

My 365 is a daily joy that I’ve grown to love and look forward to. Today’s picture was taken last night during the wolf moon. It was freezing out and snow was falling in flurries, but Husband and I stood in our little courtyard garden and looked at the moon. My camera captured more colour halos than my eyes saw, which was unexpected.

Which one is your favourite so far?