What I miss about being a Pilgrim.

The following is a list of things I miss about being a Pilgrim. Some are gone yet some remain and I'm looking forward to seeing the returning things again. In fact this is purely to psyche myself up about returning in general. If it does the same for other returning pilgrims, then you're welcome!

-Putting on stays a lacing them up as tight as they will go. And never feeling fully dressed without a coif.
-Racing the other Jess to see who got ready first. And the inevitable taunting that comes with that competition.
-The christmas-like surprise of going to your basket to find out what Kathleen has left you for Cooking Project!
-Pilgrim puns at morning meeting.
-Walking across the street with water buckets and secretly conjuring images of the opening song in Beauty and the Beast. Little town, it's a quiet village...every day....like the one before...little town full of little people...
-Bertie.
-My not too pope-ish choir
-Visiting the girls, and by girls I mean the cows.
-Visiting the puppy. And by puppy I mean Crisp.
-Da goats. Back when we had da goats.
-Giving an answer you give all the time to a visitor who's never heard it before and being complimented on your 'quick wit.'
-Telling a visitor something interesting that they didn't know before.
-Kids who like to pull weeds.
-Adorable babies.
-Men with ten hens.
-Discreet yet scandalous games of nine men's morris with unmarried men.
- Talking about Fells. No matter how many times you tell that story it never looses it's juice!
-The sound of Ian singing outside the walls while he walked Crisp, and how it used to float into the village creating the most perfect atmosphere.
-Jon's dangling legs as he would perch on the linen chest in Winslow working on some uninterpretable project or other.
-The Banter that is the Jessiccae.
-Finding excuses to interpret by the spring. Or on the green.
-Returning Ned Doty's drinking pot after it is inevitably abandoned in Fuller house.
-Lemon Balm.
-Johnny and Shelly.
-Reading aloud the Song of Solomon like we'd discovered some kind of erotic fiction under the Winslow's bed.
-Sitting back and watching awesome interpreters interpret awesomely, taking notes and stealing anecdotes.
-Coming up with reasons why my husband isn't home, why you can't look in the loft, where my children are, and getting people on their way to lunch.
-The sea.....the view from the top of the hill......and the walk back to the carriage house at the end of the day.