Trading the Big Apple for Spring

We flew back to Georgia last night. It's a bittersweet homecoming after such a full week. I feel at home in NY. The diversity of people, food, cultural events and ways-to-not-get-in-a-car-and-drive-yourself makes me feel plugged in to something. It's the way I grew up. I had insomnia the last two nights we were there (back in NY) but that NY energy kept me going. We went to the Metropolitan Museum, the Ancient Playground, Central Park, Chinatown..I got my hair cut with French Frank (yes!) and had late night talks with my cousin Lake. It was good to see so much of our family.

This morning, Gillen came into my bed and described the amazing dream he had about being on a loong plane ride and then going to see Egyptian tombs and getting to meet baby Henry. It really does feel like a dream, as life there is so different than our rural life here.

There is a sweet side to returning home. While we were gone, our part of the world turned intensely pink, lilac, yellow and green.

Plus, we kidnapped the NY cousins and their mom and took them home with us on the plane. Wish we could have taken Damien, Stacy, Henry and Lake. They were busy this week - wheeling, dealing, and learning how to eat cereal.

The farm was filled with young, industrious, clean-cut farm help this morning.