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Coming back from vacation is always the hardest part, isn't it? Also I think it's awful how nice the weather was at the beach (cool, in the 80s, scattered showers) compared to here (hot, breaking 100 nearly each day, and rain is only a dream.) Aside from the heat, it is good to be back on the farm. I can't say that I've been very positive during our chores and more still during our breaks when there's just no escaping the heat to relax. It had become our routine to get up early (still not early enough), take a long afternoon nap, then go back out to work around 5 or 6 when the sun is finally low enough to breathe. It helps us avoid the direct sunlight for awhile, but it also makes for long days, done working at 7 or 8, with dinner still to be made and desperately needed showers to be had (assuming there's enough water pressure for showers.)

I'm sure that is enough of my complaining for one day, and the least I could do is throw in some good words, so you know that I'm not miserable, it's not all bad. I am thankful to be home to a kitchen of wholesome food. Camp food is good, although grocery store meat and fast food meals leave a lot to be desired. They are not so welcomed by my stomach either. I realized how much being here has changed my diet. There's almost any meat I could want in the freezers, from animals we raised. The garden (although seriously neglected) has a nice supply of potatoes, onions, peppers, and tomatoes. Then there's the three farmers markets each week where I can barter for more vegetables, fruit, cheeses, and more. Oh and I nearly forgot the milk and eggs. Essentially as much of those as we can drink/eat. We came home Friday to a bare kitchen, and without going to a grocery store we managed to have a fantastic dinner Saturday night, which I photographed and will share eventually, promise. My stomach (which you might know had given me problems for years) is happy here. On a side note I want to learn more about wheat grass. It's supposed to do wonders for your health.

Without further rambling, here are the photos of the beach from my phone, even though this post turned out to not be about the beach at all. As for now- back to the grind.













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