We are home. The color green has taken over the land all the while we were away. The woods are alive and in full bloom, and the song of birds is the music of the skies. I can’t really say anymore whether the old adage “home is where the heart is” holds all the truth we may think it does, because, perhaps it really should be the other way around and “your heart is where your home is”—wherever you have make a house your home?
Your home is whatever place you long to be. And my heart is definitely at home where I nurture and cherish my nest--like a little bird of the skies... and the skies possess a bluer tint to it here, and the sun shines brighter; filling the earth with mirth and magic, and enchantment everywhere I look. I am happy to be back and I can hardly believe what I’m saying, or writing or thinking… but I am! I’m truly and honestly am happy to be home, here… our home here in the South. That’s not to say I don’t miss my girls. I miss them terribly, but… home is where my little heart fulfils itself according to its own laws, and builds up its own forms and represent itself just the way it wants to be… that’s home. And nothing is holier; nothing is more satisfactory and beautiful.
Rhododendrons and azaleas are the native flowers around here. They’re everywhere, filling the earth with color and beauty. Because we moved here right at the end of the fall, last year, I hadn’t seen these bushes in full bloom before, and I am enamorated… in love with the beauty and splendor of their leaves and flowers.
I want to believe that every living thing; whether in the Animal kingdom or the Plant kingdom have their own unique language in which they communicate, not only among themselves, but with us humans as well. Organisms like trees, bushes and grasses have their own song to sing, their own language in which to express themselves, and I have heard the voices of the azaleas. And I like where I’ve heard.
I will plant azaleas in my little white cottage. I haven’t been there yet… but we will be visiting this afternoon. I had already packed a few boxes before we left to go up North (almost a whole month ago), and will start taking things over there tomorrow morning. I can hardly wait to see what new changes I will find in my little white cottage…