We are protected and embraced here. I know it each day. I know it when I walk in the back field. I know it when the sunsets turn on the soft glow of the farmhouse windows. I know it when the flowers start to bloom. I know it when the birds sing. I know it when the sky fills with stars at night. I know it when the gravel grinds under my coming home tires. I know it.
Friday, February 20, 2009
I love our home. Love it. Crave it. Can't imagine not being here. There is a peace here that I can't describe. And others feel it to. I have a theory about it. You see, I didn't just find a home here, but I came home. My grandma's family is rooted right up the road- my grandmother Della.