Packing day came on a beautiful spring day.
It was so warm and sunny with clear blue skies that we all wore shorts and kept the doors wide open.
Across the street the forsythia was blooming, pear trees were blooming, Texas Redbud trees were budding.
Near my backdoor my Texas Mountain Laurel bloomed with the heady grape purple scented blossoms.
I left the window open to drink in the aroma as I supervised the packers.
I loved all the work we put into the house, every bit of French Country and Texas Hill Country styling.
Hoping that the new owners will love what we created, we scrubbed, cleaned, and freshly vacuumed for the arrival of the new owners.
We grabbed a quick bite of lunch one last time at Taco Cabana, the cheapest and tastiest Tex Mex around.
Handily around the corner from our neighborhood, I often popped in to pick up some yummy tacos and enchiladas to bring home to eat during our weekly Friday wrap up the IEW writing assignment of the week.
Never again will we do all the Texas fun stuff in the summers. We never finished our Texas bucket list.
Then late that night all the work was done.
Before I pulled out of the driveway, I looked one last time at our lovely house.
Tear drops the size of Texas dripped from the two upstairs windows, that looked like eyes wishing me to stay.
Can’t I take my Texas house and gardens with me to Virginia?
I love my Texas house.
So many memories of family, my childhood, homeschooling, renovations, sightseeing, and more.
