Feels like home. On Monday it will already be a year. One year and just this side of 400 posts since I moved into the blog neighborhood. As I write, dusk is settling in on only the second warm day this Spring. The kids are running in with their dirty paws wanting a snack before they get ready for bed. Neighbor Bob is burning something in his new chiminea. The scent is sneaking in my kitchen window. Smells like home.
Wallpaper and paint. Photos and banners. Family and neighbors. Laughing, crying and pulling weeds. Prayers & miracles. A picket fence... Yep, feels like home here.