Like the Swallows to Capistrano, They Eventually Come Back

From sunny Tucson to snowy Southern Illinois. It's both weather and culture shock.

It looks like my eldest is feeling the pull of the ancestral homeland. Yay! We've missed them a ton. I think I was just a hair away from naming the cats and plants after them.

She and her eternal-boyfriend-but-never-quite-husband will be moving here in the Springtime or, as it is affectionately known, the Mud Season. That means they'll have to stow the flannel for a few months, but they can break out the duck boots and bug dope right away.

Remember, it's only 90 degrees here in the summer, but it's a wet heat!