oh it feels good to be home. after two weeks away we are taking our time settling back in and I think that now, after four days back, I've finally got a handle on the laundry and the car is nearly unpacked. the garden is slowly getting brought back to order as I weed and pull dead vines, pick and water, prune and preserve. the kitchen has been a busy place. we are taking the mornings slowly and it feels good. I made a giant batch of granola and a decent size jar of cold brew decaf to quench my thirst for iced coffee. there is a part of me that smiles at the sand in all of our belongings and thinks maybe I'll just go ahead and rent the house in Maine for a whole month next summer. and another part of me that screams "no! don't ever leave again! especially not when the green beans and elderberries are at their prime!". I am, mostly, a homebody. but oh that house in Maine. I'll share soon about our time away. a week in an old house on a tidal cove in coastal Maine, and a handful of days along the jersey shore with family, with a couple other things squeezed in here and there.
right now though, wine and a good book while I listen to the raindrops falling out of the wind-stirred trees and the crickets singing loudly their fleeting summer song.