The Holidays were a blur this year, as always.
As an aside, can I just say that the term “The Holidays” annoys me? Christmas. Christmas was a blur.
Then, when it was over, I took January 1st and 2nd off so that Gabe and I could have some time at home to decompress. It was a lovely 4 days, just the 3 of us. And the kitties of course.
A photographic review.
Gabe and I talk extensively about what we are going to do when we have a home with some land around it. Have you ever seen P. Allen Smith’s Garden Home on PBS? That is my absolute dream home. An old farmhouse to update, plenty of land for a myriad of animals and a huge garden. Of course that can only happen if we happen upon some huge financial windfall and become independently wealthy. Being realistic I would love to have that same home, a handful of animals and the same large garden. There is nothing more satisfying than being able to go into your own garden and pick the vegetables you need for you meal. We keep some fresh herbs all year, and they make a huge difference. Fresh salsa with garden fresh (not grocery store, GMO, overpriced) tomatoes . there are so many possibilities! Besides, I’m paying out the nose for my Horticulture degree, I might as well get something delicious out of it.
Reggie thinks he would like to be a garden cat. Here he is inspecting the strawberries.
I had a tough time with this one, because “home” has never meant a piece of earth, but rather a feeling. A large part of me always feels at home when I get to my parent’s and can look out the window at the farm. Nothing grounds me faster than being around the horses, since their presence in my life has always been a constant.