Different days, I think of different things.
Some days thoughts of home mean gardening, canning, planting.
Other days I think of baking, slicing, chopping, cooking.
The list goes on for me, as I am sure it does for you all too.
Thoughts of home change throughout the days and even sometimes minutes.
But today I looked at these collections that my Paternal and Maternal Grandmother's had
collected, along with my Mother and myself, and they "felt," like home.
I love my family, I love my home, I love my life.
Perfect, unflawed no-and that is what makes me love it all the more.
This is my youngest daughter's kitchen table.
Her Thoughts of Home look like this-a perfect collection of blue and white.
Treats carefully set out and waiting for Molly and me.
Our middle daughter with her midcentury home and master retreat, soothing, calming.
Thoughts of home for her look like this.
Thoughts of Home on Thursday.
A collection of our lives, the joys, the laughter, the love; the real deals, the snippets the
marvel and wonder of life, that make thoughts of home a lasting impression.
Please join us this coming Thursday the 11th and share your thoughts of home.