It wasn't anything grand--just a weekend visiting the folks' at our home stomping grounds. But it was good. There was lots of driving, of course, but also lots of visiting, including all of both Jason's and my living grandparents. There was family gossip and tea and food and trampolines and Koda (yes, he came with us).







Thanks to a trustworthy neighbour, my chickens and garden were all in wonderful condition when I got home, too.

What a great weekend.