The girls were last to leave. My only daughter and her three little clones.
I get a lump in my throat as they all drive off. They don't live all that far away, but sometimes I want to be that other lucky grandma who lives next door!
The rooms heave a silent sigh that would sound like the timbers of a groaning ship if it could be heard by the human ear. Instead, it is only felt by the heart.
Then comes the folding up. The gathering of stray socks and power cords. A toy. A brush. So reliably found afterward. But the nursery is once again all mine.
I do very little ironing this time. Just a fold of barely damp linen to press itself smooth in the stacks and drawers.
It's also time to lay aside my autumn colors. The only time these pumpkin hues see my tables is late summer through the fall.
Say goodbye to November!
This big tablecloth (old season William-Sonoma) was just folded slightly damp dry as well. Good enough! I did take a hot iron to the Italian linen pumpkin colored napkins though. So nice!
It gave us so much pleasure laid over the table for a season!
There is also a certain pleasure to seeing things back in order again. Taking in the quiet, and organizing for the next big thing. Just a swing in the pendulum this time of year. It will all go so fast!
You know I just had to include one pretty vintage thing!
Don't you love that gorgeous hand made lace?
Thanks so much for your lovely comments!
Looking forward to catching up to you!