I find myself having some difficulty in selecting one place to call my favourite. After sifting through many pictures and memories, I still didn’t feel that I was any closer to nailing down a favourite. Until…..
Maybe beside a forest stream.
Or along a path amidst tall trees.
How about a sunny clime?
Or maybe a deserted beach.
So many places, so little time. I have had the opportunity to travel this country from shore to shore. You can turn your world upside down looking, but…………
No matter how attractive or enticing a place is, there is simply no place like home. It is that place where you “are”, both emotionally and physically.
And my own back yard.
It doesn’t matter whether I am seeking mountains or the sea, I am here, and they are only a glance away. And the best part, I don’t have to do it alone. I have come home to my favourite place. Cheers.
“When the uniqueness of a place sings to us like a melody, then we will know, at last, what it means to be at home”
Paul Gruchow, American author and conservationist.
