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| flowering tree planted by my mom back when she lived in our backyard |
Our first house has become our second home. The house we
built back in '76, the one where we raised our kids. The one made out of the
blueprints Buddy showed me when we were dating.
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| don't you just love it when things pop up that you forgot you planted! |
Now it is the one we come to on an occasional weekend, open
it up, air it out. We spend the first day fixing and cleaning, picking up limbs
out of the yard, reset the blinking clocks, change the water filter, deciding
whether or not to disturb that layer of dust that just reappears every time.
And doing laundry - yes just like college kids we bring our laundry home to the
machine that doesn't takes quarters.
Like so many folks who are drawn to the mountains on
weekends, we find ourselves at Wal-Mart on Friday night stocking up on milk and
bread, etc.
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| azalea bush survives! |
For over two years now we have been working out of town,
sometimes too far make the weekend trip back to what is now our 'second home',
our first home now is the camper that we take everywhere we go.
Someday we will make that trip up the familiar driveway for
good, retire from our paying jobs and go to live full time in our second home,
and once again it will be our first house/home, you know the one we built back
in '76…
