So Glad to Be Home

I spent the weekend with my daughter and son-in-law in San Antonio and had a wonderful visit with them.  But I'm so glad to be home.  The two and a half hour drive from their place to ours is just long enough to make you feel a little road weary when you finally reach your destination.  Add a 45 minute grocery stop in the middle and you can definitely start feeling a little drained.  But as soon as I turned into my own driveway, I was smiling.  Seeing my own yard at the end of the driveway and knowing that Yeoldfurt would be there waiting for me just refreshing, like an unexpected cool breeze on a hot day.

The dog and the hens met me at the gate and 'talked to me' all the way up the sidewalk to the back door.  Either they were chiding me for staying away for so long or trying to fill me in on the events of their weekend without me.  I found Yeoldfurt in his office, taking a break from all the chores and projects he imposed on himself in my absence.  He does that every time.  He knows I like him to pace himself and not do too much at once or too much in the heat of summer.  But as soon as he knows I'm going to be gone for a day or two, I can almost see the wheels turning ...he's dreaming up projects that he can tackle while I'm gone.  I can't complain too much since I do the same thing to him.  Just seems different when I do it.  Ha! 

Other than stocking up a few sale items at the grocery store, I didn't do any prepping this weekend.  I didn't even make bread.  But we'll make up for next weekend when our 13 year old niece is comes to visit.  Yeoldfurt and I will take her to the range to practice with her 22 Cricket (just her size) and then she and I will have a bread bake-athon and see how well the new dehydrator works for raising several loaves at once.