"Home is where the Heart is", my mother always said.
I wonder sometimes what home held heartfelt memories for her.
Her mother died when
she was 12, and her father left soon after.
So her new home was with relatives,
not her parents.
I do remember her talking about the large brick home with the
wrought iron fence that joined the sidewalk that she lived in when she was four.
I wish I knew where that home was.
But wherever the location, part of what joins
our heart to a particular home are fond & soothing memories of time spent
with family and friends. I wonder if young folks today are building those
memories when they seem to isolate themselves with technology.
unplug, cook, share meals, play a game, share views, share memories, share crafting, there's no
better time than winter!