Clearing out

I've been moving rooms swapping bedrooms for weeks now. I keep getting distracted with my books. They are all a peace in my puzzle, a glimpse of my past, my babies. I don't like stuffing them in crates and hiding them away. I've inherited a lot too, so some are bits of my granny's past too. And I've found that she hid little notes in between the pages - christian phrases, pieces of calendars for important dates and pressed flowers. In every book I find another little token that she's left behind.