Saturday, June 27, 2009
We have sewed and done day trips and just fun all around. On Tuesday we went to Longaberger. Wednesday to Kirtland (historical stuff). Friday to a couple of quilt shops. I have bought so much stuff that she is going to have to ship so of it to me. It won't fit in my suitcase. You will have to wait until I get home to see the few pictures that I have taken.
But tomorrow I have to go back to the hot, Atlanta. And Monday back to work. Oh, well how do you think I can retire. I am ready to not work - but how to support my habit. That is the big questions.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Then it gets closer. Only a half a mile to go. What can I tell now? All the buildings look the same. I can see a long way.
Then finally I am there. Home! No matter where I live or how old I become this will always be home.
This house on this farm has always been a part of my life. My grandparents built it in the early 1940's and my dad lives there now. Until I was almost 11 there was a house across the road that we lived in and my dad moved back there when I was 18. It has changed a little over the years and the buildings around it have change, but it still brings that sense of security and belonging. I have spend summers hauling hay with my father and grandfather. It allows you to be a part of this great connection to the gift of beauty and calmness.