Mike agreed today to help load my main collection of gardening books into the trunk, for their move to the new shelves at Jenna's house. I know that a few of them are tacked in a pile we moved out of the house, to my office, last fall. They will get separated and moved after I get taxes better in hand.
As we roll up the farm path right now, I have a feeling of feathering my nest. I guess if you pick one item that makes a house feel like home to me, it is my own books...Kindle can't quite cut it, in this respect.