Follow Your Taxman

On our way home from our family vacation - I followed my Taxman. He took the bike and I took the car. He's right in front of the old farmhouse I wish we could buy. My chickens would be very happy there.

It was certainly good to get home to my own bed, comfy chairs, soapmaking, chickens, and routine. Although I could get used to a routine of floating all day long on a beautiful lake.