I'm finally home, after the shortest, longest trip.
Long sunny days, fresh breeze and early mornings. Hot sun on my deathly wintery skin. Ears ringing from the quietness.
It's good to be back.
The garlic that I've planted just before I left has grown into a little purply papery crop. Some Garlic confit, maybe.
My mixer is calling out to me and there's flour to be bought to make sourdough starter.
It's good to be home!