It's good to be home.
My luggage arrived a mere 36 hours behind me. I have never been so excited about dirty clothes in my life!
My Black-eyed Susans--and all other growing things--have exploded in my absence.
I have plenty of catching up to do.
While JB admitted that domestic chores were about to whip him, he did an excellent job and now has a deeper appreciation of just what it takes to be a domestic goddess.
7 comments:
Welcome home! How nice that even your flowers put on their best look for you.
And how nice to be appreciated, too!
Glad your luggage arrived. I've known a few people lately whose luggage has gotten lost in flight.
Welcome back to the Old Dominion.
Are you exhausted from your travels?
It's so nice to come home, isn't it?
Welcome back - and I feel for yu re luggage. had mine go awol after the transatlantic flight from hell once (24 hours stuck at JFK during a strike). Certainly learnt to never take anything I valued with me that I could squash into carry-on...
Love the flowers. So friendly.
oh how happy you must have been to come home to those wonderful flowers!!!
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