There is nothing like the smell of tomato vines on your hands. So fresh and homey... We've been away
gallivanting across this side of the US for two weeks, and as always, I feel renewed and refreshed. Just for today and yesterday, I am thrilled to cook in my own kitchen and eat my own food. I feel an
exuberation from pulling clothes from drawers instead of a suitcase. Not to mention the obvious euphoria from my head hitting my own pillow in my own bed. I love home. I needed
desperately to get away from the routine, but now as I have stepped back, I realize how much I love our routine. A series of perfect days sandwiched by weekend hiking adventures.
We have been on
Phish tour, to
Bonnaroo, and to visit cousins and aunts and uncles. I have ignored work phone calls completely, and have given in to sleeping late, nightly beer drinking and dancing. It was wonderful. We went to
Asheville, NC, Knoxville and Manchester, TN,
Terre Haute, IN, St. Louis, MO, and then home. We had planned to go to Wisconsin, but missed our back yard too much, and came home early.
We had adventures and met new folks, but in the end I missed my cat, my mom, and my tomatoes too much to bear being away much longer.
Thank you so much to those who pitched in to let us live out our young adult fantasys. Gone are the days of throwing a backpack in a friends care and heading to DC for the weekend to see the Dead, light and fancy free. We needed relatives to entertain and love on the children, feed the cat, water the plants, and scratch the dog. It took a team of people to make our vacation possible, and we are eteranally grateful for your constant endulgances and being involved in our lives.
Let the play dates and bread baking begin!
