DH and I took a trip down to the Gulf Coast—just the two of us at first, joined later by Bernard, who came down with friends. This was the first time in twenty years—seriously—that DH and I have taken a vacation without kids. We mostly slept. A lot.

ED took great care of the farm while we were gone, but is very glad we’re all back. She said it was an awful lot of work by herself.

Fall came while we were gone—it’s chilly out there this morning, with a little frost scattered around.

A few pictures: Moonmeadow on Flickr

We had a wonderful time on Ocracoke. We kayaked and clammed and fished and ate and bicycled and played cards. Actually, I’m exhausted, and looking forward to a little farming for relaxation!

Our farmsitter did a great job, as usual, though when we first got home, there were some little…mysteries. First, all the clocks in the house were missing, and were later discovered locked in the girls’ bedroom. Second, the lights and fans in my bedroom were all unplugged from their outlets. And third, we found a couple of labels in strange places: A label from a pair of new Schmidt work pants out by the puppy pen, and the label from a bottle of Rebel Yell whiskey on the floor in the kitchen. Interesting, huh?

Me, that is. I’m bored and restless, critical and difficult to live with. I can’t find any satisfaction in anything. I am enough of a grown-up to know that these times occur every so often in any life, and fret all you want against your becalmed state, it’ll end when it ends. But still.

We have sort of blown off our beach vacation this year, mostly because we were so late in getting it together that I just couldn’t face the details of arranging a vacation while at the same time arranging the farm to be ok while we are gone. I’m useless, I tell you! We’ll probably take a little trip to the coast later in the fall—maybe Okracoke. If I can get it together.

I wish you all would tell me what it is you do to refill your reservoirs of inspiration when you find yourself in this state.

We have been getting terribly dry the last few weeks, and the drier we get, the slower our spring runs, so watering the garden is challenging when it’s possible at all. But it started raining last night and rained hard for most of today—I haven’t gone out to check the buckets, but I’m sure we got at least a couple of inches!

Bernard has gone to the beach with extended family—grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. DH and I drove her down to Atlanta Friday so she could ride down to Florida with my sister, and we drove back up yesterday afternoon. We decided to make a little vacation of it, and we had a ball.  This was the longest time we’ve spent away from home and the girls in eighteen years!

We went down to The Dekalb Farmer’s Market Saturday morning, where we bought lots of wonderful food, including Dragon Fruit, Lychees and Guineps. Then we wandered around my old stomping grounds in Midtown and Little Five Points. It was good to be away from the farm, good to hang out together, and good to get home again!

Especially when we woke this morning to rain.

I ran away from home, but I’m back now. A real post coming soon!