Tuesday, June 1, 2010
There is something about going home that always makes you revert a little to the state of your childhood. For me that means country living and simple pleasures.
The country is full of things that capture the emotions of a way of life I dream of for my girls.
And they make great pictures too.
My sister's barn makes me want to go hunting barn cats and sit in a hay loft on a sunny day watching a mother and her kittens. . .
and the older the barn the more homey it feels.
The countryside spread out behind it makes life seem simpler. . . even though I know farming is a lot a work, it is an honest lifestyle that connects you to the earth in a way that I love.
It brings you outside and invites you to smell the lilacs,
or pick a daisy.
Where a walk in the countryside, or a hard day's work, is done with a loyal and constant companion.
It's the kind of place where children's laughter fills the yard,
where my niece can be heard whispering, "I love you so bad!" in a kitten's ear. . .
as she cuddles it up next to her face,
and laughs with pure joy when it purs for her.
Where wishes can be made on dandelion fluff. . .
and sisters love each other every day.
I love going home.