The Heart's Homeplaces

A beautiful stormwashed field in late evening and a peaceful meander down to the pond. Places to muse, to knit, to ...be.
Sometimes I look at my houseful of family and all they entail and I think about the folks that have homes so tidy and orderly that one almost whispers in them for fear of disturbing even a mote of dust. I think about the geometrically trained flowers and exact treeforms in pretty magazines.
Then I look around me and smile...and my heart sings.