Spring

We're home. Lego is everywhere, baby dolls are scattered and hiding behind doors and the remnants of a nerf war linger in the basement. It has always amazed me how fast my lovely children can take a clean, peaceful place and turn it into a space of abstract art (or a dump depending on how you choose to view it). Books are back on the shelves, clothes are washed folded and put away (or thrown out) and I'm wondering how long it will be till I attempt to rouse my lawn mower from his long winter nap. The robins are back, probably been here for a while...and they look cold in my opinion. My tan is disappearing and any remnants of an accent are packed away. The first offering from Tim Hortons have been scarfed down and soccer cleats are tuned up ready for the season to begin. Its barely been a week back but already Australia feels like a distant memory. There's plenty to get caught up on and plenty of people to see and hear.
This was on one of the coffee cups I had in Australia, thought the writing on it said well:

I'm looking forward to catching up again in person and not via media alone. warm (I mean chilly regards). Ken