After a month long sabbatical, today I returned to work. I call it a sabbatical because it sounds grown up and important and as if I am doing something worthy with my time. Researching the lesser spotted snoddlegrass perhaps or volunteering in the Home for Grumpy Old Men or maybe knitting hats for bald eagles. None of these are the case. It mainly involved good intent and excessive inertia. Oh, and chocolate.
After a dreary December I was ready for a break and the thought of sog and mud free days was enticing. For the last couple of weeks I have been restless to return. Batteries recharged. My clothes a little tighter. Ready for action.
It rained, of course, but not until just before lunch. And it was lovely to be part of the Westwell Hall pack again. My cleaned and sharpened tools are dirty, my coat mud-encrusted, twigs are in my hair, order has been restored and all is well in the world.
Off The Edge Gardening 
I’d thought about your return a few times today & vowed, if my brain were working by then, to tweet to you in the early evening. You beat me to it & gave us a good report. So glad you enjoyed being back in spite of the rain.
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Thank Lora, that was a nice thought. 🙂
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Twigs in your hair is indeed a sign of order restored
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And what beauty to welcome you back!
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It was almost the first thing I saw when I arrived at work, a fine welcome indeed! 🙂
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Looks like someone put their glad rags on to welcome you back!
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🙂
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What a nice Helleborus for your back to work Gill 🙂 Every day you’ll return home with
more beauties now! (pictures I mean).
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All beauties are welcome!
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Welcome back, my father was a college professor..he decided what I should do and ate chocolate while on sabbatical..you are doing it right.
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Thanks for that, same again next year then!
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Sounds like a plan, stock up on chocolate.
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