Right now, my life is a game of two halves. One day, I’m prancing through a pumpkin patch looking for the most photogenic gourds. The next, I’m trying to pack up our chaotic family home into neat little boxes.
That’s right, we’re moving house! It’s been a year in the making, but it’s finally happening. Very exciting, but also rather hectic. The house is strewn with possessions and we’ll never see it looking neat or pretty again. I’m sifting through seven years of memories and dust. Luckily, we’re all ready for a change so it doesn’t feel too sad – just a bit wistful. Trying to get on with all this, while trying to live, eat and work is challenging. But our excitement about the new house is keeping us all going.
Last week was half-term for the boys. The highlight of the week for me was a trip to a local pumpkin patch. Was this American-style spectacle worth it? Yes, absolutely. I’ve never seen so many pumpkins in one place. It was a sea of orange on a splendidly warm autumn day.
We grabbed a barrow and started the hunt for the perfect pumpkins. Which takes a surprisingly long time and there’s always the temptation to check just one more row. We only really needed one, but certain people (ok, me) decided to add in some pretty gourds too. We’ll carve the big one on Halloween, and the rest are sitting pretty on my doorstep.
So, that’s basically where my life is at right now. Pumpkins and packing.