Life is a rollercoaster ride

Landing in Oregon a week ago today was ecstasy in spite of the whirlwind I knew awaited me. But I did take a couple hours to just check in with everybody and 'smell the roses,' so to speak. Poppy greeted me with much 'hugging and kissing,' which fed my dog-loving soul. A bouquet awaited me on the table, my smallest orchid has buds, and flowers outside are popping:

I got to meet my newest flock member, and then decided to take her and Bette outside for a photo shoot

while the rest of the 'fold of misfit toys' got a little pasture time:

I turned the horses out to play,

and then had to hurry to get ready for a concert that night. I had purchased tickets to Black Violin two years ago for a late 18th birthday / early graduation gift for Brian, and after two pandemic delays, it was finally happening March 8:

Yes, all that was packed into my first afternoon and evening home! But wait; there's more. After a late concert in Portland and little more than two hours' sleep, Rick and I were up and at 'em again to get him to the airport for a 5:15 flight to Indiana. That was the other reason I needed to be home by March 8; to take my turn holding down the fort.

Stayed tuned for how that's been going at . . .