I’m home.
Boy howdy, it feels good to be in my nest of feathers, treasures, fur babies, grapevines and down valley drafts!
Speaking of nests,
one of the things I love most
about papasan chairs is they do
feel rather like a nest to me…
do you reckon the same?
Yesterday I made the thirteen hour drive from Tacoma, Washington (just South of Seattle) to Pocatello. It’s a monstrous distance when your iPod is out of juice the entire way and you’re the only one driving. Monstrous. But I made it and I’m settling into real life again.
I slept in a bit this morning, harvested a load of veggies from the gardens, TOMATOES TOMATOES TOMATOES, cleaned a bit, bought groceries and canning supplies (it’s that time of yearrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!), visited the chiropractor (I’ve got something bothersome happening with my neck), gardened some more, and at the moment I am attempting my first gluten free baking job — rhubarb crisp. I’ll let you know how fantastic it is tomorrow.
I’m going to try to be back in the saddle by Thursday which means studio hot as well as interwebular correspondence answered. I’d shoot for tomorrow but I think my neck needs to see a massage therapist…
Thank you all so much for traveling with me and for all of the glorious comments you left on my Washington posts! You’re so delightful, kind of like a kitten cherry baby octopus pie.
Love, love and love,
Plume
