Home

There's something timeless about coming home. As much as everything changes, home still has that same feeling. Those same fields surround my parents house, there are still cows in the field next door, and the windows are always open (granted, having cows next door sometimes means that the fresh air has a certain quality about it that most probably don't find attractive, but I guess when you've grown up with that, you're used to it!). 

Dad still comes in from the print shop smelling of presses and ink, or up from the garage smelling of motorcycles and oil. Mom still listens to CMT videos while she folds laundry or reds up around the house. (Yes, I said reds up around the house. That's Penna. Dutch for cleaning.) 

Things move a little slower. A little more simply.  This week, I've been soaking up home, saving it away for those times when life back in Florida gets a little too rushed, a little too hectic.  I'll be back in Florida on Sunday, and back to my regular blog posting and what-not then.  Quiet dinner tonight, Penn State football game tomorrow (GO STATE!) and a family picnic tomorrow night before the long drive home on Sunday. 

But for now, I'm going to soak up a little more home.

Annie's favorite place to be at Grandma's house - lying in the sun at the front door, looking and listening as the world goes by. Maybe there's something to be said for that?