Home is

 Home. Home is where I settled down 50 plus years ago. Home is about the settings, buildings, and shops. Home is about friends and neighbors. Home is about woods, and marshes. Home is the owls, titmice, and the warblers. Home is the heat coming out of the fireplace on a cold winter night. Home is the greenhead flies, butterflies, and dragon flies. Home is the sunsets and the sunrises. Home is about the feeling of being in the right place all the time. Home is the local breweries, restaurants, and grocery stores.

Being 12 Years Old Again, once again

 I am so grateful for my Hay Street Friends. We are crazy, fun, and sometimes dangerous. We laugh, have tea, walk down to the White Bridge for exercise, look for owls, laugh and cry. We have all had some bad problems along the long and winding road of life. Operations, cancer, death and other pleasures of life. 

The Hay Street gang is a quiet organization that allows  women to repeat being in 7th grade. Bad Silly behavior is encouraged.  Ah, that feel of youth. You walk in and soon you are 12. The year of growing into a women.  This is heavy stuff you are about to walk into.  Re-live the stress of puberty and fighting with parents.