It’s good to be back home. Home is always there to greet you when you walk up the steps to the door. It’s always predictable, always ready for a cozy up on that couch, a snuggle with a good book and a cup of tea. I love being home.

Isaac & I spent a long weekend atop horses, late nights chatting on the porch, witnessing his sister marry and dancing the night away. It was a precious weekend, here are a couple memories from the past few days.

A sweet weekend, but I missed my chef knife, my pots and bowls. I’m inspired and ready to get into the kitchen. See you in a couple days with some recipes :)

Images: sammyw