It is hard to comprehend that just one week ago we were walking on Caspersen Beach in bright sunshine. Since then we have packed and loaded up the car, driven 15,080 miles, unloaded and unpacked, and pretty much returned to Vermont life style. My tan is fading and my sand-sloughed feet are already a thing of the past. It's raining a cold rain--snow yesterday, but it didn't last. There's a crack in the driveway and a chip in the paint on the garage door--minor stuff considering what we've faced in previous returns.
Actually we were happy to see the lawn was not completely destroyed. The road gravel is manageable and the moles are not in evidence. Last year the yard was SO depressing when we got home in April I just wanted to draw the curtains and sit in the dark. Moles had burrowed every where. And then there was the bomb damage from Mike trying to destroy the moles--not true, of course. However, for such an animal lover otherwise, he certainly does have a "Kill the Wabbit, kill the wabbit..." perspective on moles.
The crocus (croci?) are up and the daffodils and jonquils are poking through. There are even some day lily shoots up near the back deck. Still, looks like it will be a while before I can get out and start working in the garden.
We'll have to start restocking the kitchen and catching up on the HBO series and movies we've missed. I'm in the process of setting up a sewing space for myself. It's good to be home.