I’m home. We went for a little relaxing trip, which got extended at each end as we visited family. In two weeks, I took one photograph, and its not a particularly good one –
A lot has changed in two weeks, especially when you leave as the seasons are changing. We got home to leaves, leaves and more leaves, different colours and ripening pumpkins in the garden. I had to buy a warmer jacket, and now walking Penny by the river is delightful. She seems equally delighted that things have returned to normal and her people are home.
We got home to surprises too. Imagine opening your front door, to see that your rickety old, marked and hand-knit sock-snagging hall floorboards had been magically replaced with solid oak flooring, completely perfect, beautiful and homely. I gaped at it from the doorstep and wept. I am nowhere near done with showering my father-in-law and Mr Saz in kisses.
That wasn’t even everything – all our internal doors had been taken down, made to fit properly and rehung. I have been so used to kicking the bottom of the doors to make them close I didn’t even notice I was doing it. My garage now looks like a garage/workshop, rather than a room with the sole purpose of housing a huge pile of crap. There is a new, sturdy chicken run which I can see the ladies eyeing up excitedly, they’ll be moved there at the weekend.
All this, the beginning of my favourite season, and knowing that things are still fine. I feel so lucky.