Sunday, June 19, 2011

Home is Beautiful

I have noticed is that when you learn to call a place "home" you find beauty in it--- even when others don't.

I love the gentle mountains of the Appalachian rim, the way the hazy air softens their features, so that they feel like an embrace rather than an obstacle. The greenest green against the greyest grey saluting the bluest blue of the open sky. This is the beauty of central Pennsylvania. The short, mild winters, the long springs and autumns, and the perfectly delicious summers. This I will miss.

Incredibly poetic for someone who has spent the day cleaning house for showings and clearing out the musty basement of a 60+ year old home, if I do say so myself.

1 comment:

Eryka said...

I just really like this. And I admire the strength you have to raise 3.5 kids and still write poetry.

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