The travelers are home safe and sound. There's no place on earth I'd rather be.
Much needs to be done, on every front—outdoors, indoors, the unloading, the rearranging, the cleaning, not to mention the refreshing of my new adventure at the antique mall, which brings me to say I was happy to check my sales every night while on the road, and each time a sale was recorded, I let out a little whoop. I didn't take a photo, but my little CRV (lovingly called Goldilocks) was packed to the gills on the way home, bearing "new" treasures for my little booth, and now I have to price it all.
So, as you can see, I'm going to be a busy girl this week, Lord willing and the creeks don't rise. I may be scarce in blogland, but it's all good, and we have flowers in the kitchen. My blue plumbago was a mess when we got home, as was/is the rest of the yard, so I had to do some harsh pruning. The results—beauty in the window!
Until next time, dear friends, here's wishing you a blessed Memorial Day, and may we never forget what it means to us all.