Home-Sweet-Home

Oh, the things we do for house and home,
because a house is the box that holds family and friends
and all the nice winter book and tea memories (if one can stay awake)

Flood update; no concrete evidence as to 'why' but we have the best guys on the job

and they figured out what to do to keep it from ever happening again, hopefully!

and because of this 'event' something to enjoy this winter...
planning a complete over-haul of the west and south-side flower-gardens!

Home;

Its scenes enchant the heart and mind

To cheer our creature care

It fuels Duty’s daily grind

With humble, thankful prayer

It nurtures diligence and dreams

A haven, kind and warm

When life is harsh and cold it beams

Its Beacon through the storm

Far more than a four wall embrace

Enfolds its precious clan

Where progress will never replace

This kind solace for man

A modest box of brick-wood-stone

It frames life’s dearest joys

As we work fingers to the bone

For darling girls and boys

And mother plants a bloom or two

To smile upon the sill

And fills a bowl with supper stew

To ward off hunger’s chill

And finds within its scenes the lines

To living’s sweetest poem

Where family, not house defines

The happiness of home

(…and though its thrills oft come with bills

That keeps the cash-cow thin

Nothing else in the world fulfills

Like Home-sweet-home’s glad grin)

© Janet Martin

When we were traveling this fall I remarked to Jim as we were having the continental breakfast in the motel how everyone in the room has one thing in common; we are all away from home.
Home is always that sweet-solace-goal no matter where we are
and how much we love what we are doing!
The thought that home waits at the other end when we are done is what makes it so worthwhile.
A nice metaphor for Heaven, isn't it, as we travel through life.
Home is waiting when we are done!

This is one of my favourite hymns