To paraphrase Dorothy and her ruby slippers, “There’s no place like dome.”
Seventy-one days after we left, we arrived home Monday afternoon. I am glad to be home. We are richly blessed to be able to spend two months away each winter and I am thankful for the time we spent in St. Augustine and Austin, the traveling that we did in between Austin and home, and all the wonderful experiences we’ve enjoyed in these past 10 weeks. But I am ready to be home.
We returned to beautiful weather, bright sun, blue skies and warm temperatures. Warm days are predicted for the rest of the week. Although the trees are still bare, the mountains are beginning to exhibit the first tentative signs of spring. I so enjoy watching the world around me reawaken after its winter slumber. Already the bulbs that were planted late in the fall have begun to push tender green shoots through the soil.
From the front deck, birds can be heard chirping loudly their spring chatter. Our resident rafter of wild turkeys make their rounds foraging in the woods around the house. (Did you know that a group of turkeys is called a rafter?)
As you might imagine, after 10 weeks of neglect the house is a bit dusty. My first order of business after unpacking is a thorough cleaning. Once the layer of dust is removed, I’ll want to begin adding little touches of spring throughout the house. I am looking forward to unpacking my Magnolia Market purchases and incorporating some of those new treasures into my decor.
It is so good to be back in our Dome Sweet Dome.
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