Home again, home again, jiggedy jig! * * * * Back in the saddle again!
Too many well-worn phrases for you?
Yeah, I know.
I sit here in my comfy office chair, pillow tucked behind my back, computer humming in a friendly manner beside me, huge screen blocking my only view of lovely downtown Brisbane. And I write again after a three month vacation.
Well, that's not quite true. We fled the humid warmth of central east coast Oz for the colder environs of west coast Nordamerika on 27 December 2007. We returned to Kookaburra and Butcher Bird songsters this past Friday, 29 February 2008.
And a fine time was had by all. Not only did we enjoy ourselves in the wintry Sierra Nevada and in the beautiful northern Rockies of Montana as well as in the mid coast Monterey Peninsula, but there are stories to tell a plenty in the next few days of the adventures of Mo and Jeff, traveling duo from Down Under.
It is good to be home again, to snuggle into the soft sheepskin cover of our Brisbane mattress. To be awakened early by body clocks that believe an Australian 3 a.m. is really 9 a.m. west coast American time. To drink our first flat whites the very day we return to Brisbane.
Taste is a strong motivator, urging us to fly the 15 hours south west to reach the east coast of Australia where we could once again enjoy the coffee that we tried unsuccessfully many times to replicate in North America.
And so, coffee in hand, there are many tales to tell, many adventures to relate in the next few days. And of course, many friends to thank for making our winter sojourn such a joy.
Thank you all!
Ensuing posts will fill in details of Siskiyou Pass, of learning to cross country ski, of crop dusters hovering over lost roads in the southern great valley of California, of grandsons, children, friendhip, rain, snow, and quiet meanderings along the way.
It is good to be home again. It is good to think of ways to tell the story of endless seasons, of family, of friends, of the joys of being alive.