Home again, home again, lickety split.

While it was good to sleep in my own bed last night, I find myself missing the scenery of the Blue Ridge Mountain range intensely today. What a beautiful place to call home. I'm a little tired today from the drive last night, so I'll let my pictures do most of the talking.

From Skyline Drive on Friday:

Moorman's River and the Charlottesville Reservoir in the Shenandoah National Forest as seen from the Skyline Drive overlook:

I love the wildflowers, but the bees? Not so much. Still, they do good work and I bought some honey while I was in the mountains. It's a beautiful amber color and the label says it's a goldenrod honey. That will be a first. I should go taste it right now.

I liked the way the middle tree looked to be leaning against the tree on the right to have an intimate chat...as though sharing information of great import.

From Cricket Crossing:

The path to the potting shed taken with a wide angle lens. I love this picture.

The place the dogs cooled off after running crazy on the mountain.

We wrapped up our trip on Sunday with an elegant feast cooked at the house and then a spectacular fireworks show in town.

It was a great getaway. I'm still on vacation until tomorrow (though apparently, some at work did not get those multiple messages I sent and away messages I left and actually emailed me assignments last week--duh--too bad I wasn't there to get them). I have a nice short week planned for this week though I'm quite sure the heat will make for rather wretched work assignments.