I took some leave from work, to help my Mother pack up her house.
It was a busy week - amongst the flowers!
She has a beautiful garden . . . and so do her friends. I may have managed a garden tour or two between the boxes!
Mum's a great Floral Artist, so there are many accessories, just like any other hobby. (Not to mention the 17 boxes from the knitting machine hobby!)
My father was in love with newspapers, and every other scrap of paper he ever wrote on. One of my jobs was to sift through the MANY MANY boxes of paperwork and keep "the good stuff!" Lots of treasures were unearthed.
This is the keeping and . . .
this is the burning!
With all the memories from childhood, I started missing my kids . . .
I had to think about heading home
One more trip back for the MASSIVE Garage Sale
. . . and then it will be good-bye Greyacres,
. . . and mum will be joining me to live in Ballarat.
. . . and so the next chapter will begin -
"the world is unfolding as it should"