no place like home

After so many days on the move, it felt great to sort of mosey around; unpacking,  playing with the cats, checking the gardens, gathering broccoli (and eating it for dinner), the list goes on.  I read for a bit on the deck.  It was cool and lovely and sometime around 3:00 or so I decided to take the sock and my book into the canoe and float around the pond.  The second sock had been to the mountains but never on the water.  It’s time to finish these puppies.  They’ve been around.  But, back to the pond.  I barely paddled, mostly just let the breeze take me where it would.  The cats watched from the banks.  I watched them, the fish, and a tadpole checking me out.  The hummingbirds buzzed the garden.  I knitted, I read.  I relaxed.  It was lovely. 

can you see the tadpole??

Supper was simple and eaten at a table in the back yard.  I sauteed some Italian chicken sausage with garden fresh broccoli and new red onions, topped it with feta, wedges of tomatoes on the side.