I slept for THIRTEEN hours when I got back. That must be a personal record! Of course, I've had trouble sleeping since then, but I should be right by the end of the week.
Thank you all so much for such a lovely visit. Not that I needed reminding, but it's nice to confirm that I have the best family ever.
The furry folk were surprisingly well-behaved. There wasn't a single shredded plant to be found, in spite of the fact that Daniel was also out of town for three days. Maggie didn't bite me once, and Dobie did not run away in fright when he saw me. They just came and said hi, gave my luggage a thorough sniffing, and as soon as I sat down Maggie curled up on my lap. Now I feel bad for casting such horrible aspersions upon them.
Fall fell while I was away. My garden is well and truly done for the year; all that remains is cleaning up and mulching my freeze-sensitive plants (like my rosemary that I'm not supposed to be able to overwinter). A couple of my carrots went to seed, which I'm quite happy about - they're an heirloom variety so I can grow more from the seeds I will hopefully get (they're not ripe yet).
Although we don't get much in the way of fall colours here, Daniel and I took a Sunday drive to see what was there to be seen. Daniel took these two especially lovely photos at a little spot called Wild Rose Park:
So yes, life is pretty much back to normal already.... sigh.... At least I have my favourite American holiday to look forward to. Thanksgiving is only a few weeks away, and Daniel's Mum is coming to visit, which should make it extra special.
Cheers!
