There's only one cat in the yard, and its made of stone! The dog is real though. The neighborhood might not be what it used to be back when my family moved here. I was in 6th grade. I have changed houses twice since moving
out of my mom's house away. Well not really away, just two different addresses on the same street. So, lately I have had the bug to move. I would love to be closer to my daughters, for many reasons.
Today while I was sitting in my nest, looking out in the back yard, I got to thinking... my thoughts ran in all directions, but mostly I was thinking about all that has happened in the house, that we made a home, in the last 23 years we have lived here. All the changes that we've gone through. I realized I would love to be closer to the girls and their families. BUT! I love my home. I feel safe in this neighborhood. I know in these times we should guard ourselves more. Locks windows, and door and such. We lock our doors, but we do leave our windows open, confident in the fact that we are safe in our home, at least for now. I think of all the work we have done to make this our humble little haven and it makes me tired to think of having to start over in a new place. Come on in, I'll show you around... and you're just in time for dinner!
There's always room, we'd love for you to visit us!
Birds are everywhere, their songs are so sweet.
Come on into the backyard, there is always something in bloom!
So, This is where you'll find me most summer days. I'll be trying to convince myself again, that there's no place like home!