surroundings

The temperature is rising. And the salad has gone to seed. And She is all shined up on this Sunday morn. ( or is it a he, a he lady?)  The mosquitoes will be arriving soon enough. I am enjoying the outdoor time before the attack. Maybe it won't be that bad this year. It is bit on the dry side.

It is so important this thing we call home. Where we live, how we grow into it. Today I am curious about how that happens. Home. It is a very personal symbol. A sense of something. Making sense out of something. A  lot of things. It might be a place, where everything, no matter what it is, makes sense.  Home Sweet Home, if only in her mind...  I was thinking of maybe calling this one that.