The feel of home

It was glorious to finally get some decorations and things hanging on our walls. Somehow that just makes this place feel like home more than anything else could.

Oh, little did I know....

Flowers are blooming and blossoming. Lilacs are finally starting to show their color and open the little buds. And yes. I have a lilac bush in my back yard that I didn't know about until it started blooming. My mother loves lilacs. She has two "walls" full of them. Lilacs are the smell of home for me. When I was out back the other day and spraying roundup on those awful prickly weeds, I saw the lilacs for what they were the first time. And yes, I went over and took a big wiff of them, and it felt like home.

Most of the bush is growing on the other side of the fence, but there are some sprouts that popped up on our side. The property on the other side of the fence is somewhat questionable... there is a house, but closer to our side of the fence is a rundown building. The yard also is overrun with weeds and... a lilac bush that just wanted to live on our side so bad...

The other day (probably the same day I found the lilac bush) I heard a familiar sound and felt like I was truly at home. The wonderful caw of a peacock. Yes, a peacock. And, yes, I did caw back at them. They live near me somewhat and I hear them from time to time, sometimes I caw back at them, and most times when I do, they don't respond. But still... another aspect of my childhood home that I love. We plan to put a fence up on the other side of our property and line it with lilac shoots so that it will grow to glorious goodness.

Not everyone can make a peacock sound. Maybe I'm just one of those lucky people who grew up with them in my backyard. But then, my brother Pavlov has one of the best Donald Duck impersonations that I have ever heard. And I doubt he grew up with Donald Duck hiding in his room.