Posts Tagged ‘home’

I love shadows and have many photos of them.  Today, challenged to do “Shadows” by Tina, I’m going with shadows of/in home.  I hope they start your week off well.

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© janet m. webb

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© janet m. webb

This was someone’s home!

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The pleasures of travel and home

Posted: December 20, 2014 in Quotes, Travel
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Blood on the Water,  Anne Perry

(This is a repost, most of it, of a post I did in March of 2012 when hardly anyone was following my blog.  I think of my dream house periodically, maybe adding a thing here or there, and decided I wanted to repost it with one original photo and a few more.  What is the house of your heart like?  Where would it be?  I’d love to hear about it in the comment section if you have the time.  I always like to hear from you.)

 

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The house of my heart has:

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I enter the land of no internet tomorrow as I board the plane to visit my parents in Arizona.  Of course there is internet, but to get it, I have to go to the nearby library or a Starbucks which I’ll do, but not for long each day.  This will be family time and I intend to enjoy it.  I’ll be blogging every day but won’t be able to get much reading done, so apologies in advance.  The almost-two weeks I’ll be there will fly by all too quickly but will be fun, even while I’ll miss Bill.

For those of you not familiar with Friday Fictioneers, a weekly photo prompt serves as the springing-off place of a story of 100 words.  Sounds easy, but it ain’t necessarily so.   You’re welcome to join by going to the home page or just read any other stories by clicking on the link at the end of mine.  Warning!!  It’s very addictive.

My story this week is non-fiction.  We sold our house at the end of August and, in a week, moved from the home we’d lived in for 28 of our 29 married years.  When we put the house on the market, I emailed the realtor once about something at “our home.”  He told me to think of it now as a house, not a home, that you sell a house. “Home” has an emotional connection it’s best you to try to avoid when selling. This story springs somewhat from his wise words.

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copyright Dawn at Tales from the Motherland

A House is Not A Home

We found it accidentally shortly after our marriage.  Light streamed in through over-sized windows, sixties-hued carpet concealed hardwood floors, the kitchen sported forest-service green linoleum.  It seemed as if we could never fill the space.

Over twenty-eight years, we chose furniture, gloried in the light, decorated, planted, mowed, set up bird feeders, fostered pit bulls, hosted friends, enjoyed two daughters.  The space filled with laughter, learning and love.  House morphed into home.

When the movers left, light shone in, floors glowed, the paint was perfect.  Memory-filled house, no longer a home, waited emptily.

We drove away.

We didn’t look back.

Raindrops hang on leaves and dot the deck.
Grey clouds cover the sun that only those in airplanes are seeing now.
But the humidity is gone. (more…)

Green roof at Paris airport

Lately I’ve become interested in green roofs. Maybe it’s some quirk that runs in my family. My brother’s interested in straw bale houses and re-doing a barn to live in. I think, though, my interest stems from having a flat roof over our garage, something not an unalloyed blessing. For where there is a flat roof, there you will also find the distinct possibility that water will at some time and in its own inimitable fashion make (or at the very least, seek to make) its way into whatever lie below it. (more…)

“If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.”

William Morris (British craftsman, designer and poet, whose designs generated the Arts and Crafts Movement in England. 1834-1896)

I took William Morris’ stricture to mind recently when looking for a new shower curtain. This is the result. Not only does it make the bathroom look great,(and it wasn’t more costly than most of the alternatives), it gives me pleasure every time I see it.

I hope you have things like this in your life. If so, take the time today to enjoy them. If not, keep your eyes and heart open for them.