Wednesday, January 6, 2010
I've been home for what seems like forever. I am not complaining. It is a nice place to be. Here are a few pictures from around the house. The last is what I wake up to every morning. It is a large painting my husband did years ago. I still get lost in it. As I am writing this Into the Mystic came on pandora, I can hear my husband stirring gravy in the kitchen and August and Owen are playing Little Prarie in the House(that's what they call it) in the tent we set up in the living room. Sometimes life just rocks my gypsy soul.