I've come back, but I didn't properly say hello. Hello!

Hello! I'm back from a three week stint in the US where I got to spend days upon end with my family and at my home. It was truly spectacular. Normally I'd break this into several posts, but the truth is I'm feeling homesick (I never feel more homesick than the three months around a trip home. About a month or two before I start feeling such an itch to be there, and then I'm homesick and sad about leaving for most of the trip while I'm there, and then I get home and there is an ache and a hole that I think will never be full, until it is) that if I drew this out I'd be tremendously sad.

One of my favourite parts of being home is spending time with my parents' four legged friends. Being home in NH is always the epitome of the dog days of summer, there is nothing to do but work in the garden, take gentle excursions, and sun bathe in the grass. It's also my favourite part, and if I had my choice, the only part of going home that I'd partake in.

One of the highlights of the trip was the few days (too few) that I got to spend with my best friend, Anne. She and I used to canoe together in high school. We'd paddle the circumference of the lake (whichever one we were on) judging the houses around the edges, talking about crushes, and talking about our favourite books. We became friends in a canoe, as you do. So when she and her boyfriend came up to visit, I knew that going canoeing was a high priority item. We borrowed my sister-in-law's canoe which Inspector Climate and Anne's boyfriend paddled and she and I took my parents canoe out for a spin.

Thing's didn't go exactly to plan, the boys' canoe had a bit of a hole in it and was taking on water and then flipped rather suddenly in the middle of the lake. Like good outdoorsy girls, we went in to rescue our men and their canoe (to be specific, as we were rescuing a motor boat came by to pick up the boys and we paddled back with their hole-y canoe).

We checked out The Flume in Franconia Notch (seriously, you should check it out if you're in the neighbourhood).

And we spent time cuddling with the fur babies.

The cuteness, it breaks me.

We helped my mom in the garden. You  might remember the arch as the chuppah from our wedding which my parents moved into the side-gate.

And we took naps.

The next leg of our trip was spent in Cape Cod where we went to see a Cape Cod league baseball game.

I practiced my hula-hooping skills (I couldn't do it for the first few tries, then I got it back, and then I totally lost it again...le sigh). Excuse my lack of pants.

Inspector Climate and I rode our bikes around Nantucket for a day.

When we reached the Atlantic side of the island we sat down to enjoy our lunch and the lady next to us on the beach said "look a seal" and so we hurried to take out our camera and get a picture. Yeah, it's a bird. A rare sighting of a sea gull at the beach.

And then we took the ferry back to the main land.

That my friends was our trip back to the US.