On the way home from Portland . . .
we admired over and over again how drivers drove so nicely.
For the most part. . .
posted speed limits and sign rules are kindly observed and it occurred to me that anyone can be trained given the opportunity to be reformed.
We drove through a state and a half with not a siren nor a display of cheery lights on our behalf.
When a driver refused to follow the signage. .
they were over on the side of the road with a patrol car behind them ....
and we tsk tsked and shook our heads and wondered when people will ever learn.
At the border crossing . .
we were allowed back into our Canada with only a concern that we hadn't overspent our budget.
Nothing brings a smile to a girls face like the perfect timing of arriving home and the showing up of the grands . . .as though it was a carefully timed car rally.
Arms open wide and wee smiles of recognition . . .
was more than enough to make us happily leave the unpacking and the sorting of the goods for yet another day.
We opted to sleep one more night in the trailer since the bungalow sitters were so comfortable in their beds and we were in ours and one more night in our trailer would allow for a bit more open arms and wee smiles in the morning.
Yesterday . . .
I walked back and forth from the trailer to the house . .
carrying the laundry bag and books and the last bit of perishables.
I could have walked with my eyes closed with only my sense of smell to tell me I was passing the lilacs both white and lavender.
I might have been photo snapping silly as I passed through the beautiful subdivisions in Portland . .
but the dogwoods back on the farm . . .