We’re home.

Where the greens in the cold frame (that I accidentally left open for the chickens to eat once) are making a comeback.

Where even just a couple of eggs found in the nesting box still makes me smile.

Where we are sinking into daily life after an emotional few weeks.

And when everything else seems to be swirling and shifting, you can always count on a laundry pile.


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