Home again.

We've had family in town for almost a month---first my mom and her partner for 8 days, then a few days later, my 17-year-old sister arrived for a two week stay. It turns out...

we're weird. ; )

From the food we eat to how warm we let the house get in the afternoon, to the chickens and the garden, we are just slightly off-center.

And so our house has not felt like our own. We lived altered lives during the month---roasting a chicken, having bacon, being 'off the farm' most of the day, driving all over Utah, missing visits to ponies.

Guests take up room in your space and in your head, no matter how much you love them. And when they go, there is a feeling of ease, with a heavy, contented sigh, as you do the last of the laundry, munch up the last of the cereal you never buy, and shut the door of the guest room. And go back to the garden to see what's new.