Words and pictures from the author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes as well as the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries . . .
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Happy to be Home
These are my only 'pretty' photos from my trip to Headland -- ferns on a tree in my brother's yard and a pair of camellias on a nearby bush.
Rain and cold and overcast conditions kept me inside most of the time.
Just as well I don't get sent on one of those month-long book tours the Big Names do -- five days away from our mountain and I was ready to get back.
I opted for the quick way home -- braving up to drive through Atlanta rather than take the by-pass. Much to my surprise, it wasn't bad at all.
Oh! the joy when I passed through Greeneville, SC and saw the mountains in the distance!
And when finally I crossed the Barnard Bridge -- a mere two miles from our driveway and another half mile up to our house -- I knew I was where I belong.
Back at home! Right you are! That's the best feeling one can have and it means that you have a place where you are happy! Reading your books gives me an idea of your surroundings, which must be absolutely fabulous and the kind of country I also like. I miss the mountains of my youth in this flat wet land, where I live now, though I won't complain, for I am pretty content with my house and neighbourhood.
I know exactly that spot on I-26 near Greenville when you see the mountains in the distance. Even when I've been somewhere wonderful like Charleston, I'm always so happy to see the faint grayish blue hulk of the mountains appear up ahead. It's like their arms are just reaching out to me.
Weird -- I'd posted a pic of that first view of the mountains and it disappeared. So I put it back and then there were two. I think I have it right now.
Glad you are safely home in the mountains; I miss mountains. Fab photo of the ferns (and moss) on the tree ... Will you have lots of goodies to share about the panels you were on and/or listened in on? :-)
It must be nice to come home again. By a strange coincidence I was watching a TV programme last night about the Victorian craze for fern collecting. I had never thought of ferns as objects of desire before.
So glad you're back home safe and sound. I hope you had a good visit with your brother. Headland is only about 2 hours from where I live. I like all those little small towns. I love the fern photo.
Welcome home. AH. That's the secret only insiders know about Atlanta. NEVER take the circumferential! As counter-intuitive as it seems, heading straight through downtown is best.
Isn't it a wonderful feeling to you where you belong and to BE THERE. The occasional trip is a good thing, without going away we could forget to see what we have.
26 comments:
Glad you're home safely, Vicki. I know how you feel about your mountains because I feel the same about mine.
It is a glorious thing to Come Home after a time away of any duration.
I'm glad you're home, where you Live.
It''s always good to come home. Glad you had a nice trip. The photo of the ferns is beautiful.
There really is, no place like home, Vicki. Glad you're back, safe and sound.
It's almost worth going away for the joy of coming home! Not quite, though...!
Elora
Welcome home Vicki! The mountains are always a wonderful sight and always make me *sigh*. I love the picture of the ferns ... how unique.
Back at home! Right you are! That's the best feeling one can have and it means that you have a place where you are happy! Reading your books gives me an idea of your surroundings, which must be absolutely fabulous and the kind of country I also like. I miss the mountains of my youth in this flat wet land, where I live now, though I won't complain, for I am pretty content with my house and neighbourhood.
i know it feels good...when you start seeing traces of home...i am sure you had fun, but...
I know exactly that spot on I-26 near Greenville when you see the mountains in the distance. Even when I've been somewhere wonderful like Charleston, I'm always so happy to see the faint grayish blue hulk of the mountains appear up ahead. It's like their arms are just reaching out to me.
Weird -- I'd posted a pic of that first view of the mountains and it disappeared. So I put it back and then there were two. I think I have it right now.
Yep, there's no place like home!
Glad you are safely home in the mountains; I miss mountains. Fab photo of the ferns (and moss) on the tree ... Will you have lots of goodies to share about the panels you were on and/or listened in on? :-)
It must be nice to come home again. By a strange coincidence I was watching a TV programme last night about the Victorian craze for fern collecting. I had never thought of ferns as objects of desire before.
So glad you're back home safe and sound. I hope you had a good visit with your brother. Headland is only about 2 hours from where I live. I like all those little small towns. I love the fern photo.
Beautiful camellias! Wish that I could grow them. There is always a sense of relief when you see those mountains on the horizon.
Welcome home. There's no place like home...
Your photos are lovely. Hope you get lots of sunshine and no more snow on the farm.
I get that same exact feeling every time I cross the Barnard Bridge, Vicki!
Glad you made it home safely. Home sweet home.
Oh - those camellias! Gorgeous!
There really isn't anything as lovely as home. Welcome back!!
I have that same feeling at just about that same spot every time we come visit. ;-)
Welcome home.
AH. That's the secret only insiders know about Atlanta. NEVER take the circumferential! As counter-intuitive as it seems, heading straight through downtown is best.
Wait. There are SHOPPING exceptions to that.
Kath
Coming home is always so lovely, however much you've enjoyed the time away.
Isn't it a wonderful feeling to you where you belong and to BE THERE. The occasional trip is a good thing, without going away we could forget to see what we have.
Happy that you made it home. Yesterday I wrote a poem called Home for the Magpie Blogversary. Your photos are lovely.
Thanks for all the comments -- I'm still enjoying being In My Own Place -- even though it's supposed to snow tonight.
Ah, there's no place like home.
Glad the trip was good-gladder you're back home : )
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