This morning finds me feeling sad and emotional. I’m headed back to San Diego today. My little break with the family is almost over. Now I am looking at another 2 1/2 months away from my loved ones. These past ten days have been wonderful; but now I look at my dogs’ sweet faces and wonder how they’ll cope with me being gone again. Don says that Riley has been like a different dog since I’ve been back. Will he become depressed again? Scout is lying at my feet as I type this; how will she do? I love them so ~ they are my children. I absolutely hate being away from them.

Don is blue, I am blue – can I just say that I will never do this again? By this, I mean being gone from my loved ones for such a long time. I travel for my work off and on and I don’t mind being away for a few weeks. But not this long again. Ever.

Scout is feeling better. Her blood work came back clean and we are grateful. Both dogs have had Lyme disease and Scout’s levels are still high, so she will go back on antibiotics. Both dogs will take a joint health supplement and we have some Rimadyl for days when one or the other feels sore. (Riley has hip problems.)

My plans to have hanging pots on the porch and pots planted were dashed by a lack of plants at our local greenhouse. Makes sense, since I am doing all this about 3 weeks earlier than usual. So Don and I have decided he will go to the greenhouse in about 2 weeks, take camera photos of the hanging plants, send them to me, and I will choose the “appropriate” plant. But my pots, my window boxes….they will remain empty until July. I’m not happy, but what can I do?

This morning we are getting a new storm door for the front door. This house has no storm doors and we’ve been wanting some since we moved in. I persuaded husband that it would be especially nice this spring and summer. So, first the front door – next month, the side door!

I snapped this photo of the light from the skylight hitting my quilt the other morning. Lovely.

Have a wonderful day. I’ll be blogging from Mockingbird Hill Cottage West when next we meet.