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.
