Sunday. Recovery day. Not from the trip, but just from the week. A day to prepare for the coming week to minimize the scrambling about. Everything is unpacked and put away, the house is organized but the fridge is still a bit bare. The dogs and I had a lovely 2 hour walk in our favorite park. They zipped in and out of the river as much as our trail would allow, because they don't like to be too far away from me. The rest of the day was spent working on the first big painting from our trip to Victoria earlier last month and then it's a hop on the bike and off to the first family outdoor dinner of the year/Mother's Day get-together.
It's nice to be home. The air is fresh and full of the smell of things waking up. Everything is reaching toward the brilliant Alberta sunshine; plants, people. It's not too hot and there are 3 newly primed canvases just waiting for Montreal outlines to be sketched on them boldly, with inky black and a fresh memory.
Happy Sunday, and a very Happy Mother's Day to all the moms; of children or otherwise.