Sunday, July 31, 2016

There's No Place Like Home

The kids and I made the trip back to Petticoat Junction this afternoon, and, while it is always good to visit our loved ones, it's also nice to come home. It would have been even nicer if I hadn't come home to dead flowers in the porch boxes and a garden that screamed neglect, but, you can't have it all, I guess.

Besides, with a little (actually, a lot) of water and some tender loving ministrations, the flowers and vegetable plants will probably rebound (she said with her fingers crossed).

Now that I am home, I have about a million things to do in addition to stressing over the gardens. For instance, I get to do laundry, and house cleaning, and dishes, because, apparently, I am the only adult in the household capable of handling these things. I could be annoyed by this fact, but, hey, job security, am I right?

While I work on those things, here are some final photos from Mayberry.

And, finally, because it isn't Stampede without a Smokin' Charlie induced nightmare...

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