Home. What memories does that word conjure up for you?
For me, it’s a garden full of earthly delights starting with bulbs and ground covers hugging the space beneath. Before the weather gets too hot, and the world is fresh and new.
It’s the scent of lilacs on such a spring day, or perhaps that of the stodgy hyacinth which smells so sweet.
The musical backdrop is Irish or bluegrass ballads. Bill and I have been watching The Civil War PBS special by Ken Burns again, and I feel so much when I watch it. It was the first long running program we watched together because it premiered the year we married, 1989. Those letters from soldiers still make me cry, and sometimes, home is all about tears.
Home should be a place from which fathers and mothers never leave, where children have love and enough good food to eat, and where there are plenty of good books to read.
Also, old movies especially those of the 1940s. I record these and fold laundry as I watch. You might try it too. Makes the chore go faster, and even if Mt. Everest lurks in your baskets, you don’t mind so much when Elizabeth Taylor winks at you.
And, if it’s a chilly spring day, you can always wrap up in a soft, worn quilt to finish watching. I would anyway.