Home is my topic for this week’s link up with Random 5 Friday at Nancy’s A Rural Journal.
My home is in the small town of Altavista, Virginia. Larry and I live in a quiet neighborhood. We have a large yard with woods in the back. We have our share of visitors from the wild, including deer, squirrels, birds and groundhogs.
Home is very important to me. It’s my refuge. It’s my resting place. It’s where I can be totally myself.
Here are some facts about our home.
I like some color outside around my home. But as you can see, my flowerpots are still empty. I haven’t made the trip to the nursery to buy some annuals like petunias or impatiens to fill the pots. That’s a trip I need to make soon.
Larry sent some soil samples from the yard to Virginia Tech to have them analyzed. We found out that the yard needs lime. Lots of lime. As in half a ton to start.
Before our cat Waddles died, she had trouble getting up on and down from the bed, where she liked to sleep, especially during the day. So Larry built a ramp for her to use.
Waddles used the ramp until she died. Sam runs up and down it. Chase Bird jumps over it. He can still leap small buildings.
The ramp has become part of the décor of the house. A beautiful part.
When Larry and I started dating and I first visited his house in Lynchburg, one of the first things I noticed was his grandfather clock. The bells rang every 15 minutes. I asked him how he managed to sleep with it clanging, and he said he didn’t even notice it anymore. I couldn’t imagine not hearing it.
Now these many years later, I don’t usually notice the ringing of the clock every 15 minutes either. You really can get used to things.
The only time I do notice the sound of the clock is when I can’t sleep. Then I hear the passage of time very clearly.
This is my space where I write. I create my blog posts here and do my other writing here on my laptop. It’s in a little room we call the futon room because there’s also a futon in the room. It’s a small room in between the den and the living room.
From my seat at my desk, I can hear Larry on his computer or watching TV in the den, and I can hear the cats wherever they are in the house.
I’ve tried other places in the house for my office, including in the basement, but I felt cut off from my family.