Home to a backyard of deer I can't saddle

Home again, home again...

And it's nice - now that the 3 bins of mail have been gone through, the bird feeders filled and the house re-inhabited.

Love my Hudson home, and the rail-return - even without polo ponies, gauchos on call and a larder of steaks.

C - nesting again with all that I gathered in travel

(that's me behing the lighted windows)