My home is my favourite place in the whole world. It is just a little house on a hill, I share it with the bank. However, it is my safe cocoon when it seems the world is a scary dark place, it is my haven when people let me down, more than that, is still bliss when everything 'out there' is perfect.
I walk over my threshold to re-enter my home at least once most days and my body responds autonomously, it lets out a deep sigh - a tension releasing, emptying of old air sigh. At the same time a smile will curl across my face. A moment of complete refreshing, as I leave one world and enter another.
At times I may need to clean, or weed, repair or paint - but none of these things stop home being home. Today I share with you a little of my haven, the deck out-back and some of its view. My hills, the Stirling Ranges, as a little girl I grew up looking at them from the other side, when I moved down to Albany after 20 years it was like living near an old friend again. The deck is the perfect spot for drinking cups of tea, or a glass of wine at night. The lights of town below create my own little fairy land. If the decking could talk it would tell of adult parties, children's picnics, secrets told and memories shared.
My lemon tree, has a life of its own, and perhaps one day I will tell its story. For now, the fruit is good and the colours against an Aussie blue sky - divine. Sometimes it is hard to fathom why my God has blessed me so richly.