It Felt Like Coming Home

Wren and wren house

By now the tiny little wren (whose beak you can barely see in the hole) has grown strong enough to fly away.  There may be a new little family inhabiting this wren house in my in-laws back yard. 

Last month while visiting my husband’s parents, I stood in their yard for quite a while just listening to all the birds and watching a summer storm brewing.  Sadly, that was one of the last times I was out with my camera taking photos “just because”.   I’ve missed it.   

Today I did go out for a few minutes and photographed some familiar places and bits of nature that always amaze me.  They may not be images I’ll share, but the point is that I got out the door and took photos.  It’s all about the process, isn’t it?  

It felt like coming home.

I recognize that part of my not taking photos or doing much creating has everything to do with major changes coming to our lives.  A bit of grieving has begun in my heart.   

And that is because we are moving in a few weeks from Ohio to Missouri.

My husband has accepted the call to serve a congregation in Moberly, Missouri.  We are excited about the prospects and the opportunities for him, for us, for the people we will be with.  While we will be further away from some of the family, we will be closer to many more, including that precious grandson.   

Meanwhile, our own “nest” is cleaner than it has been for a while because it is up for sale. I enjoy having my home looking nice, but you have to know that I also like to come home and relax, let the clutter gather and the dust bunnies fight in their own corners.   There is a saying that a home should be clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy…and that is my motto.  

Soon a new family will live in our nest.  They’ll be able to enjoy the light coming in the windows, the sound of birds outside, the look of the perennials growing in the yard.  Whoever they may be, I have no doubt they will enjoy living in this space.  

In the coming weeks I plan to share with you my thoughts about “coming home” and what makes us feel that way.   

Off to chase more dust bunnies…..

Deb

 

 
 
 

 

A touch of Autumn

At the end of last month I noticed that first ‘blush’ of fall colors on the trees, enhanced by the soft light of the fog.  

A touch of autumn color

The park took on a mysterious, magical look.
 

Fog in the park

And one look at the ball field, with the empty stands, closed up concession stand, and chain link fence told me that the sounds of summer have fallen silent.

Quiet ball field

Though I will miss those sounds and the deep green of summer, I look forward to the changes of Autumn.  I think it is my favorite season of the year.

Have a great weekend!