It's lovely to see the great, wide world
and extra delicious to come home again.
Home to leaves beginning to turn
to the last of the sweet corn and the beginning of apple season.
Home to mushrooms appearing in the field
behind our house
...and a little glass of wine sipped by the fire on a rainy evening when a deadline finds me painting late into the night.
So grateful for the joy of going away, and even more blessed by the gifts of ordinary life and home.
