Saturday, October 27, 2012

Coming Home


It's only when I've been away that I come back to the stalwart presence of my house. That I notice all it offers. The dog bounding like a teenager in the small hall at the back, the scent of old wood in the floors and walls and the tease of yesterdays'  fires, the feathery comfort of my bed, the haphazard way the orphan jars are lined up on my kitchen shelves, the stateliness of my office with its pots of pens and pencils and notebooks and its magnificent view of the constantly changing ocean.

The organized woodpile drying at the back of the meadow, the sturdy no-nonsense garage, the stately old barn with its offspring clinging to its skirt at the other side. The red chairs on the deck and the surprising nearly-November bursts of matching geraniums in their pots, the birds flapping and flipping,  squawking at me about the lack of regular feeding. The books and movies -  pristine on shelves, the unfinished knitting in a hamper, the expectant dining room table, the waiting cast iron pots and pans.

Home. Simple.

I fall into its embrace.

21 comments:

  1. It's good when you feel that way about your own house. It would be so much worse if you returned home with displeasure. We should all feel that kindly about the place we live in. xox

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  2. I understand all you share. It has been a long time since I left my home for a trip. I remember the last time when I arriving home.
    It was so wonderful and I vowed never to leave again.
    I have loved all of my homes
    and especially this 3 year old cottage at the edge of the woods.

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  3. I love that. I feel that way about my own home.

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  4. Wrote you very early
    maybe did not go through.
    I feel the same way about this cottage that I have been in
    now for 3 years.
    Love my home...

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  5. It's always nice to get back to the familiar comforts of home, however spectacular and exciting your trip somewhere else. I love the scent of old wood too.

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  6. Irene:
    I am so lucky I feel that way about it, so many don't.
    XO
    WWW

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  7. GM:
    I'm glad you feel that way too!
    XO
    WWW

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  8. OWJ:
    And I'm at the edge of the Atlantic. Something about the delight of the edge?
    XO
    WWW

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  9. SAW:
    Somehow I knew you were a kindred spirit!
    XO
    WWW

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  10. OWJ:
    Somehow you keep being banished to spam hell and I keep rescuing you! I wonder what that's about?
    XO
    WWW

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  11. Nick:
    I don't notice it normally, just when I come home.
    XO
    WWW

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  12. I can relate to that. I have just returned to my home and am blissfully ensconced in its idiosyncrasies.

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  13. Ramana:
    Welcome home, it's where the heart is, how lucky are we?
    XO
    WWW

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  14. I LOVE LOVE LOVE your Newfoundland home! Welcome back.
    Betty

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