I took the last load to the charity shop - well, hardly a load. It was the dh's jacket - worn once or twice, but he's lost weight and hopefully will never need anything that big again. I found it hanging behind the spare bedroom door yesterday.
Tomorrow is going to be difficult. I'm going to be in the way, I suspect. And I have one last painful duty before we leave.
It will take a year or two for them to establish, but I know from my own garden that in they'll soon spread and their lovely heart-shaped leaves and sweet flowers will be there every spring.