We are home. After three weeks on the road we are home and so happy to be here. We had a wonderful trip visiting old friends and animals and homes. It was invigorating and exhausting. And it was all I needed. A little distancemakestheheart exercise in loving and appreciating home.
Home is as white with snow and as cold as bones. Chores this morning were as disorganized as a circus and as filled with poop as a farm and as familiar as the good friends we just visited. We ate our own eggs last night and slept in our loyal bed.
Today is for reintroducing our vacationed-selves to the responsibilities of the farm.
Thanks to all of you very kind folks for your even kinder words about the baby we are expecting this coming July. It means the world to read such sweet and encouraging notes.
This is a photo of Molly's house-pig, Lil' Honey, who we quite nearly took home with us. She had a killer mohawk and if we had driven a larger vehicle she would be prancing around our house as I write. Though, truthfully, with the amount of snow we have she is counting her lucky stars we left her in North Carolina.