We are trying to find the groove again back home. We’re all mooning a bit now we’ve seen the alternative this weekend. The midget is making plans for having lots of cats when he is older. The eldest is deciding what breed of (guard) dog he will have when he has his farm (yes, the boy who was afraid of puppies now wants a guard dog). I am deciding whether to rip carpets out in my house because I really do think bare flooring is cleaner, and more aesthetically pleasing, or whether I just can’t be bothered (I think ‘not bothering’ is going to win out). And we’re all trying to get used to do-si-do-ing around each other again as we stub toes and and find room to balance things.
I’m trying to find my happy place, but the truth is I left it behind in the chicken run.
But. Onwards and upwards. We have good weather and a patch of grass. White grape juice and elderflower exist and we haven’t even started on the PYO farms this year yet! Hmm…. the promise of strawberries and blueberries and some good old fashioned jam-making, trips to the beach, and possibly a visit to the Home Land might just keep us going….