I walked in the front door last night, looked around and thought "Maybe this is what vacation is all about...coming home." Sounds strange, but when you think about it, your whole purpose is to come home with a different frame of reference. Fresh memories still in my head of the little surprises, different smells, the relaxed conversations. (Okay, I admit, I did block out the 12-hour car ride with three kids juiced up on sugar.) But...I didn't think about bills, deadlines or other obligations. I did a little sketching and quick painting, but only for the joy of it. The vacation is only over when the memories start fading and life creeps back to "normalcy", whatever that is.
(above) The rows of umbrellas had personalities all their own. They looked like they were sitting around chatting about the day's news. (below) I set up my paints anywhere I could.