Update.
Not only did the trip home
from YouCan'tGetHereFromThere last forever,
it made us sick.
A gnarly bug, incubated for those untold hours on the plane,
gave us weeks of explosive sneezing and rumbling coughs.
Ack.
Just to prove anything at all is moving here,
we've finally gotten the garden in. Mostly.
I like to wait until it's at least 90 billion degrees out,
don't you?
In other news...
I have this sketch awaiting on a 2' canvas,
and though I've actually put some paint on the beast,
I think I'll let 'er git along some before the unveiling.
Yeah, yeah.
Both the garden and the painting will get done.
Eventually.