We are from the great Lake State, better known as Michigan. We LOVE the PNW, but the Mitten will always be home. When I think of back ‘home’ these are some images that come that come to mind. I found as I was sorting through my photos that I didn’t use my camera nearly enough while visiting family this summer. I want more pictures, or maybe I am just missing that feeling of home today. As Def Leopard said ‘All I got is a photograph’. Some days it’s not enough.
I am going to share something I wrote while sitting outside watching my children play:
Sitting outside watching the kids playing in the sand pit. When you live in the country you have a sand pit, that way you can dig all the way to the end of the world if you try. 😉 I hear cars zooming by. It’s muffled though, through the trees, not as loud as the cars I hear in the city, but loud enough to interrupt my silent focus and take my zen away for just a moment. The quiet is back.
But it is not a complete silence. If you listen closely beyond the soft giggles and distant road noise, you hear birds crippling. A quick beep, beep, beep of comes from above as the bird calls out. To me it sounds like something out of a techno video game. Layered in is a flutter of balk balk balk from the chickens at random times and in random orders that my mind can’t find a rhythm to, but still somehow finds the noise refreshing.
Grandma steps carefully through her garden making gentle sweeping sounds along the way as she takes a metal account of what is happening in her zen place….her garden, since we have been away camping for a few days. A satisfying rip from the dry earth adds to the melody as she begins pulling weeds ensuring her flowers, fruits and veggies have enough room to grow.(here’s a little video of the kids sharing a bit of their popcorn with the chickens.)
(aaahhhhh……did you watch that little bit of chicken fun….now back to my story)
The kids are back playing in the sand again and loud giggles start rolling over the field as they say
“The Castle Fell Apart”
And then the bzzz sound comes in. The annoying buzz from that blood sucking insect spinning around my head looking for something to eat. The day slowly turns into night and the Michigan sky puts on a beautiful show for us.
The kids scream “Mommy Mommy Mom, look how many eggs we got” as they show me their basket full of eggs and their self worth over flowing with pride as they help Grandma with the chores. As the day turns to night, and dinner turns to ice cream we begin to gather around the fire pit to thoroughly enjoy this nice summer day.Bubbles fill the air and the children start to dance and sing. It’s beautiful.
Lots of us in the PNW are transplanted here for work. And that’s awesome, but I want to know a little bit more about YOU! Where are you from….where do you call ‘home’?