Contentment

 

"Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,

A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. "

~ Robert Montgomery

 

 

 

Friendship Days

Monday started out dark and dreary.
I gave some thought to looking around a few shops, and seeing what is available now the Christmas season is drawing closer.
Instead, I had a visit from a wonderful friend, a dear lady who has been in my life for many years, and has shared the ups and downs of expat life together.
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I visited her hometown when I was in England recently. A medieval city founded as a Roman fort in AD 79.
Chester and my hometown share the same county and is a popular tourist destination to thousands of visitors to Britain each year.
It's streets are lined with some of the best timber-framed architecture throughout the land.
We enjoyed a pot of tea, and Scottish shortbread biscuits, as we reminisced and giggled like two school girls.

 

 

 

Winter Contentment

 

Another round of storms are headed our way just as many folks are getting their utilities restored, after the last round of snow and ice disrupted service.

 *sigh*

I'm grateful to stay home, snug inside.

 

 

  

                                          
 

                                             "Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,

                                               A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest."

                                                              ~ Robert Montgomery

Just A Little House

 

An Old Woman Of The Roads.

 

O, TO have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!

I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave

The ticking clock and the shining delph!

Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house—a house of my own—
Out of the wind's and the rain's way.

~Padraic Colum 1881 - 1972

Winter Contentment

"Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. "

~ Robert Montgomery

 

Home Thoughts

 

 

The Manor Farm

 

The rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills
Ran and sparkled down each side of the road
Under the catkins wagging in the hedge.
But earth would have her sleep out, spite of the sun;
Nor did I value that thin gliding beam
More than a pretty February thing
Till I came down to the old manor farm,
And church and yew-tree opposite, in age
Its equals and in size. The church and yew
And farmhouse slept in a Sunday silentness.
The air raised not a straw. The steep farm roof,
With tiles duskily glowing, entertained
The mid-day sun; and up and down the roof
White pigeons nestled. There was no sound but one.
Three cart horses were looking over a gate
Drowsily through their forelocks, swishing their tails
Against a fly, a solitary fly.

The winter's cheek flushed as if he had drained
Spring, summer, and autumn at a draught
And smiled quietly. But 'twas not winter--
Rather a season of bliss unchangeable,
Awakened from farm and church where it had lain
Safe under tile and latch for ages since
This England, Old already, was called Merry.

~ Edward Thomas 1878-1917

Home Sweet Home

 

Braided rugs

Tea-filled mugs

Flowers in jugs

Familiar hugs

Heartstring tugs

Home........

 

Poem: Home Sweet Home by ABritinTN  

 

Home Sweet Home.

Braided rugs
Tea-filled mugs
Flowers in jugs
Familiar hugs
Heartstring tugs
Home........

Poem: Home Sweet Home by ABritinTN