Home. Home. Now we are home. No fancy lights, fancy foods, and fancy people.
Back Home. I can wear my oldest jeans with a torn t-shire and I am styling here.
Casual, and I don't mean business casual. I mean dressing for comfort, gardening, working with your hands and not styling.
Home, back yard noise birds, occasional train whistling a pass deer, and prop planes flying overhead from Plum Island Airport.
Trees are my neighbors, trees are my soul mates, and trees all around my yard. Each years the oaks gain more height and more stature in the tree world. The trees have grown in the 30 plus years that we have lived here. Each years a little more full sun is taken away from our plants. Each year we buy more shad resistant plants.
But home is good. Home is safe, quiet most times, and where I can be myself.
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