Coming Home
This is what I see when I come home after work at night.
My porch.
My haven.
My home.
My country.
I just read a book about going away and coming home.
The Pull of the Moon by
Elizabeth Berg.
I love the way Elizabeth writes.
I don't always love the stories she tells.
I havent' read a book in ages.
Here's the truth, I skimmed a bit and it is a less than 200 hundred page book.
I didn't have my knitting with me....
enough said.
TODAY: knitting
and
Being
Home
(what do you see when you come home at night?)
Comments
The tree covering makes it necessary for us to have our outside lights on motion detector and the porch lights on a timer. When I drive up to the house I see the porch lights on and I feel like someone is home waiting for me even if DH and the dogs are in the car with me and no one is there. Nothing is better than to have someone waiting for you when you come home!
What do I see when I come home? Usually a dark front porch. LOL
Hugs to you,
Meredith
I love your flag ... how strange and how lovely that a glimpse of our country's flag should give us such a tug of the heart and lump in the throat.
i come home to comfort, security and love.