My idea of home is one that includes a vast spot of land, including my parent's house, my grandparent's house, the land behind and adjacent that my uncle owns, my brother's house... this place is my home. Land my great grandparent's farmed. Where my grandmother grew up. Where my father grew up. Where my sister and brother and I grew up. Where my niece is now growing up.
It's a magical place. I'm sure I've waxed poetical about it before.
My idea of home also includes the Hood River Valley in general. The roads between town and the upper valley. The mountains and hills. My best friend's houses. My favorite coffee shop. The Columbia and the Hood rivers. The orchards. The trees.
I'm just really missing my place right now.
I think it's time for a trek east.
|in the fields.|
|on the trail.|
|in the yard.|
|at the wood shed.|
|on the porch.|