now down to just a few boxes & some odds & ends. and all the books that need alphabetizing.
but the settling in has begun.
and our nights without street lights are very dark.
and we warm up the house with a fire in the evening.
and our western windows show us the most amazing sunsets.
|our new front yard|
busy with all the packing and all the anxiety around packing. and today we got to start moving in.
just 15 minutes away. but still, with all of our stuff.
at some point I get stressed out because something doesn't go in the right box. and I tell myself to breathe. because when it comes out of the box in the new place, it will be put away correctly.
by friday we'll be sleeping in the new house. by sunday we'll have locked up the old one for good.
|the blanket weaver, by edward curtis|
The Navaho-land blanket looms are in evidence everywhere. In the winter months they are set up in the hogans, but during the summer they are erected outdoors under an improvised shelter, or, as in this case, beneath a tree. The simplicity of the loom and its product are here clearly shown, pictured in the early morning light under a large cottonwood. (Description by Edward Curtis)