Home, missing home
The last few days at home in West Cottage were so very busy for both of us. It’s always that way when we try to get as many projects completed as we can together. There are things we have to do, like replacing a weak piece of wood at the bottom of one of the large bedroom windows, which is just nearly impossible to do on one’s own.
The good thing is that we managed to get all the jobs done. The bad thing is that now we have to be apart for a couple of months.
But there’s no denying that the crops in Oxfordshire have all been harvested, the fruit is ripe on the trees, summer is ending, autumn is fast approaching, and I have to return to Vancouver. The ideal would have been for R to come to Vancouver with me, but his work and projects won’t allow that right now, and my work and projects won’t let me stay longer in OXON, so there you are.
So Robbie drove me to Heathrow, we had a lot of hugs and kisses and tears, and off I went.
All bleary eyed and jet-lagged at home, our sweet Chloe had garden flowers waiting for me.
She took great care of the house here, both the cats and all the plants.
I dug up some potatoes and garlic from the garden, we stopped at a little organic market for some more veggies…
…and made a hearty roasted veggie supper.
In one way it’s good to be home with C and the Vancouver cats, but in another way it sucks…know what I mean?