Coming Home Again-Back from the Beach

My first thought today was to tell my tale of the beautiful week I spent at Cape Cod or the pit in my stomach I felt when I realized it was Friday and I needed to start the chore of packing my bags and cleaning the cottage.

But I decided it would be nice to talk about coming home again.

I know, I have only been away a week and I am a huge proponent of travel (although I haven't traveled extensively).

It started to happen as we crossed the Sagamore Bridge and we said goodbye to Cape Cod.

For the first time in a long time, I longed to be in my house.

I saw my first sign for route 495 and the pangs of leaving the lovely Cape started to go away. Although I had at least 8 loads of laundry, 75 emails to go through, dead geraniums and an angry cat to contend with, I was looking forward to my little house on the lane.

This was re-enforced today, when my little family went to our little church, fanned ourselves with the programs and ate watermelon with the minister at coffee hour. Then we went for a walk to a local farm up the street where a wedding was held just yesterday and the tulle markers were still up on the apple trees. Cal bought a pint of fresh blueberries and I bought a strawberry rhubarb pie. An old farmer tipped his hat at us on the way out as we walked home with our treasure. As I tried to revive some of my annuals, I can hear my older daughter Cat sharing pre-teen secrets with my neighbor's daughter, their painted toenails shining beneath July tanned legs.

As my Cape T-Shirt says "Life is Good"

Carpe Diem!!!!

Enjoy Summer wherever you are!!

There is no place like home!!!