Monday, July 22, 2013

There's No Place Like It

It might not look like much to you.
But to me, this sandy soil covered in sagebrush tumbles and basalt monoliths is home.

No matter how long I live in Arizona's blistering climate, I will always claim the high desert plain of southern Idaho as home.

Like Scarlett O'Hara's beloved Tara with its red clay earth, I find strength every time I return home.

Dorothy was right, you know.
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6 comments:

  1. PondsideJuly 22, 2013 at 10:08 PM

    I really do get it. I'm always happiest within sight of the sea.

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  2. Susan AndersonJuly 23, 2013 at 6:55 AM

    It's true. I am that way about the ocean.

    =)

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  3. LynnJuly 23, 2013 at 8:34 AM

    For me, it's the mountains. I didn't appreciate them so much growing up but I do now every time I go 'home'.

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  4. karenJuly 23, 2013 at 10:41 AM

    I think we all feel like that about wherever we call home. Yes, for me it's the ocean as well.

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  5. DianaJuly 23, 2013 at 12:41 PM

    The barren sagebrush covered ground of home always gives me a calm peaceful feeling and for some reason I love it, too.

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  6. StefJuly 26, 2013 at 1:27 PM

    There really is no place like home.

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