Vacation homes are a ton of work. Duh! Good thing I like puttering around the house-- at least this house. I've been busy the last two days changing bedding and cleaning out the pantry and freezer in preparation for fall and winter when we don't come as often.
We haul all our garbage (and recycling) back to Seattle, and John stuffs it in the measly little can. It can be a drag, especially in the summer. Guests who volunteer to take a bag home with them get bonus points.
We eat lots of salad and produce, so Amanda's 12 healthy chickens are a big help and devour vegetable scraps, especially corn and greens. I found out they should not have onions, but they like stale bread, like that bagel that was in the freezer too long. (Sorry crows)
In a few minutes, everything disappears, and this diet is one reason their eggs taste so amazing.
It hasn't been all work and no play. Most mornings before it gets hot, I walk or bike a 1.5 loop around town. The trail goes along the river by the city park, then down Glover Street and past Twisp Works on the way home.
Does anything say fall like flocks of starlings? That picnic shelter is the very place Amanda and Tom were married in October 2009. Walking by I always think about that happy day, when Mom and Dad were both still with us.
My friend Karen is coming over this afternoon for a last visit, then I'm back to the big city tomorrow.
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