Home, sweet home


It's good to be home, our booty of lemons, fresh from the tree, matching the warm summer day. We were able to spend today unpacking, catching up and readying ourselves for the work week. Denver changed the oil on the car, and announced that we've driven over 10,000 miles in the last three months. It's been such fun, but I'm also looking forward to a little less driving these next two weeks.

We arrived home last night to a spotlessly clean house, well-watered plants, dinner prepped and waiting to be heated, ice cream in the freezer and fruit in the fruit bowl. Does the person who watches your house do all that? Didn't think so.


  1. Does the person who watches your house hang out on your stoop in a ratty tank, using your tools to fix her bike? ...didn't think so. *wink

  2. The person who watched our house would NEVER wear a ratty tank