Home Is What You Make It

My parents visited Sunday afternoon and we had a peaceful visit eating, walking in the yard, and talking about life.

My dad writes a regular newspaper column and we spent some time talking about one of his upcoming columns on how we take for granted many of the activities available in our local area. We look far away for “things to do” but if we would just be a bit more curious, we might be surprised what we find next door, so to speak.

Later that evening as I sat with my wife enjoying the summer breeze, I was reminded that home is what you make it. The greenest grass is that which you plant at home, wherever that may be.