What a week of travel and jetlag and trying to get back in routine.
This was our last morning in the desert. Not going to lie, I miss the sunshine of the desert, but I am also so very thankful to be back in Germany. It is cooler here, which is welcome, but it is still grey.
We travelled through the night and then landed at supper time in Germany. As I posted on Instagram. Even though my kids are basically grown, my youngest is 13, baby wipes are still a travel necessity. I did not have them travelling to the US, but definitely had them coming back and I am so thankful. Some airport restaurants don’t have napkins or you forget to pick them up, etc. Always good to have some, even to refresh your face after travelling so long.
I got back to our house and there were boxes of books ready to be opened. These are our books for next year. I ordered them while I was in the US. Every spring brings excitement over the curricula for next year, but there is also some dread as we have yet to finish out this year. I cannot get to these books until this years books are read and discussed and this year’s curricula is finished.
Wednesday morning dawned so bright, it made me so happy. I also finally had enough energy to get outisde and see all the new spring growth that had taken place while I was gone. The grass was long and filled with dandelions and daisies, but my husband had picked up flower seeds while I was gone, to fill the front garden with wildflowers for bees and butterflies. We shall see if it actually works. As of today, Sunday, it hasn’t been done yet, but the plan is this coming week. I have a few planting projects in the works that have to be completed this coming week.
I missed the cherry blossoms and the forsythia in full bloom while I was gone. I did catch this one blossom hanging on while the leaves poked through and pushed the blossoms off.
On the way back from running errands, I stopped at a field near our home and caught the canola in full bloom. I have never seen canola bloom this early, so it must be a variety of winter canola. Where I’m from, in Canada, canola doesn’t bloom til summer, and I know that farmers in that part of the world have had the coldest spring in many many years. They are no where near to planting yet.
Before I left for the US, I made six loaves of French Country Bread for my husband to have while I was gone. I came back just before he had finished it all so I have to get cracking on some more. Yesterday was rainy so I set out to warm my refrigerated starter back up to room temperature to get ready to prepare today, Sunday. I love making this bread. It brings me so much joy. I am not very adventurous with it, but I still feel like I don’t have the time to be. So much of life feels like I’m running errands and to appointments that I don’t have a lot of time for this passion of mine. But that’s okay. This is a season. I am thankful for this bread even if it isn’t fancy.