Springtime At Home

Welcome to my home.

There is a difference in a house and a home.

I have always told my husband that we can make a home anywhere.

To me a home is in our hearts. A house is where we live.

A house can be made into a home. It only takes tender loving care.

I love my home.

I love springtime. It is just like everything is coming alive.
Can you see the creek down below this dogwood?
This is behind our house and when you are sitting on the screened in porch or the deck you can hear the creek running. Nothing sounds so good and peaceful.

I was sitting on my porch the other morning and I had been hearing some noises down in the woods but just thought it was squirrels. All of the sudden I hear a "Gobble"! I knew then I had turkeys down at the creek. I took this picture trying to capture them but they don't show up.
There was a Jake, Tom and a hen. I think it is so funny that my hubby goes all these different places to turkey hunt and I sit on the porch and can actually hear and see them!

The bradford pear trees are just about through blooming and are turning green. They are lined up our front driveway. But just look at this plum tree. Isn't it beautiful?

SNIPPETS FROM MY HEART

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;

Home-keeping hearts are happiest,

For those that wander they know not where

Are full of trouble and full of care;

To stay at home is best.

Weary and homesick and distressed,

They wander east, they wander west

And are baffled and beaten and blown about

By the winds of the wilderness of doubt;

To stay at home is best.

Then stay at home, my heart, and rest;

The bird is safest in its nest;

O'er all that flutter their wings and fly

A hawk is hovering in the sky;

To stay at home is best.

Longfellow (Song)