"Home"

Is indeed where the heart is. Back after two weeks of touring that other landscape, where home feels more grounded in soils and granite rock. The house has been well-cared for. The rains fell most of the days during the weeks we were gone and our lawn had sprouted significantly. You can see the images before this piece was mowed at our Flickr site. The completion of the deck project and its residuals left us needing to throw everything together into the shed just before departing. Yesterday we remedied those conditions, actually throwing things out and repacking carefully. There is something incredibly satisfying about a well-organized shed, thinned of its excess. It won't last.

Now in the middle of August even the nights are humid. We set up the fans and try to keep mosquitoes at bay. Which works to a point, but the rains from the past two weeks has hatched a voracious new generation of blood suckers. There is still painting to be done and soil to fill the planters before the new growing season is upon us. But, as Marcela said when we returned, "this time it feels like coming home."