" Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave,
and grow old wanting to get back to."
John Ed Pearce
Our road trip was so much fun and full of memorable experiences, but after traveling over 3000 Km in a 9 days, arriving home safely was a most comforting sensation. Of course it was late and dark out when we unpacked our bags, so the anticipation of morning light was welcomed and celebrated with a walk through the garden, coffee in hand, to assess the changes that had occurred in our absence.
The roses have burst into their second bloom.
This Iceberg rose was a gift for my garden when Mom passed away 11 years ago. What a sweet way to remember a wonderful lady.
Michaelmas daisies add such dainty freshness to the late summer garden.
I love the vibrancy of Cosmos blooms.
Like happy faces peering through little windows.
After strolling through the flower garden it was down to the vegetable patch which had become a jungle of squash vines, even climbing up into the wild rose hedge. But isn't this zucchini blossom just a beauty amongst the tangle of vines and prolific fruit.
The gathered bounty - no need to shop at the garden market in the coming weeks. In fact, there is always enough to share with a neighbour.
The best ever lunch in late summer!
Grilled fresh tomato, cheese and bacon sandwiches - we never get tired of them because only too soon we'll be looking at anemic tomatoes in the grocery store.
"The greatest gift of the garden is the restoration of the five senses."
It's good to be home!