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…
I’ll keep you posted soon.
Just like spring... I hope you're blooming
wherever you're planted.
Dear One, your joy is palpable...
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And looking forward to hearing all about your delightful time, feathering your new nest.
Gentle hugs,
Tessa~
"Here there be musing" blog
I will.. I will go by there in a little bit... and will tell you all I'm doing to beautify it and make it my own...
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Cielo
Your post reminds me of the song THE COLOR GREEN.
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Part of the lyric ~
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise
Oh how totally wonderfully beautiful this is... I thank you for sharing this song and lyrics with me. I have truly enjoy it!
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Cielo
Welcome to the home of your heart...I am happy your heart has chosen and you are not torn between two places anymore. Was it your recent visit to the house in the roses that allowed you to let go and move on?
DeleteI sensed your joy at visiting again, and something changed in your words, like you accepted that your special place belongs in your memories, like a the first beau of your youth.
The azaleas are beautiful, I thought they were Stargazer lilies. How exciting to be able to include different kinds of flowers and plants in your new garden that you didn't have before....It's going to be amazing.
Sherry
Ohhhh... "Stargazer lilies".... You're right! That doesn’t look like azaleas, do they? And I love the name too. Perhaps it was the Stargazers which enchanted me and whose voice I heard in my soul? And yes, as always, you do read my heart dear Sherry. Yes, it was that visit to the house in the roses that which made me realized that my dreams were now memories forever safe in my heart... but home was not there any longer. And it felt so unfamiliar and strange being there, seeing my dear old ‘home’ filled with other’s furnishings and styles so diverse and dissimilar from my own choices and approaches… and she had all the curtains drawn and the house felt dark and a bit sad… I didn’t wish being there any longer and longed for our sun-filled little white cottage. Life is so strange and it takes you through the most unexpected paths sometimes…
DeleteThank you again, for knowing how to read between the lines of my soul.
Hugs
Cielo
I am so glad you liked it!
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Thank you
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Aaahhh springtime in Florida. There truly is not another place like it... the air just burst forth in bloom and the smell of the flowers is so intoxicating. I live in North Central Florida and right now my gardens are abound with colour and smells. Enjoy your wee slice of heaven.
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Oh thanks for coming by! Have I told you I've been to your 'place' and read almost all of your wonderful post on 'how to paint furniture'? Oh yes I had! I will be painting painting painting... so, thank you for all the wonderful instruction and info.
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Cielo, I am so happy for you and excited about your little white cottage! Azaleas are beautiful! You will notice that when the wind blows, they look as if they are laughing at you! I can't image not being in South Carolina in the spring! Dearest, you are home!
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