Home to me is the sanctuary, where the madness is held at bay. I find books stacked everywhere, and family heirlooms and photos of the years. Floors scuffed and walls no longer freshly painted, all of which tell of the years gone by. I also find an endless list of “to dos”.
How we got here…that is quite a tale, essentially this old farmhouse fell out of the sky, and we dared tackle its endless task of bringing it into the present.
I love home stories. Every one is sanctuary, the tale of what it means to our beating hearts and souls, of how we found our way there, as well as the edifice itself.
loved reading about your childhood home-and-village making. I did that too! somehow it has not translated into a love of moving! all best to your boys in their new wonderful homes.
I cannot say I’m a fan of moving, but once the move is done, the making home begins. And that I love…
My word, truly fine writing here.
Home to me is the sanctuary, where the madness is held at bay. I find books stacked everywhere, and family heirlooms and photos of the years. Floors scuffed and walls no longer freshly painted, all of which tell of the years gone by. I also find an endless list of “to dos”.
How we got here…that is quite a tale, essentially this old farmhouse fell out of the sky, and we dared tackle its endless task of bringing it into the present.
I love home stories. Every one is sanctuary, the tale of what it means to our beating hearts and souls, of how we found our way there, as well as the edifice itself.
loved reading about your childhood home-and-village making. I did that too! somehow it has not translated into a love of moving! all best to your boys in their new wonderful homes.