We picked up my son and granddaughter at Knoxville airport (our first time there), and took them home to a weirdly empty, echoey house (our first time since the kids got relocated).  I can only imagine the emotions my son is going through, but he’ll make it.  We all have to.

Meanwhile, life goes on, as it tends to do.  Here is my latest herb garden annex, the airport bear, E’s latest greatest challah, another wacky pumpkin in August, and the requisite flowers and herbs.