Friday, October 7, 2011

Dorothy was right

Dorothy was right, wasn't she?

Truly there is no place like home.

Your own pillow, familiar sounds at night, the comfort of the everyday.

We treasure the humble joys of our ordinary lives.

Leaves changing in our little valley.

The way the road bends to reveal rain beating down on the foothills, rays of sun gilding the evergreens.

I don't think I've ever felt so glad to be home as I do this week.

Never have I been so happy to be in my own little nest.

A brisk walk, a pot of soup steaming on the stove, the joy familiar views on the way home...

What a blessing to be home, simply home.


Sandy said...

You are so right. I can feel my heart rate go down as I come up the road to our place.

Jeri Landers said...

I was just thinking the very same thing this morning. We do a lot of traveling around the country, in fact, we are gone about 100 days out of the year. I love the beautiful Americana townships and cities and country lanes we get to travel.. but I just can't wait to be home again. I go up to my barn in the morning, look over the rust and ochre tinted hills and just say a thankful prayer that I am so fortunate to be HERE at home.