returning

“Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home 

and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.” 

― Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts: Light, God and Beauty on the Open Road

Well, that was quick. Today was my last day at work, almost exactly four months after I started. Turns out even two days per week was unmanageable given all that goes on here on a daily basis.

I thought it could go on without me.

I thought wrong.

The good news is that I didn't lose the job altogether. I will be working from home now, not quite as many hours per week, and definitely no commute. Much better.

I was holding my breath the past few weeks, as the ewes-and-lambs have been in the electric fencing. This usually means a break-out from time to time, at which point I am summoned from my husband's office to deal with sheep on the driveway or lambs in the patient parking lot. I almost made it... but then two separate incidents today. I didn't need any more reasons to know for sure that I belonged at home, but it was yet another sign.

Many, many pots of gold here.

Taken by my husband, 

around the same time I was photographing the double rainbow in Maryland.