Friday, May 8, 2009

coming home

solo post - L

"Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest."
~Robert Montgomery

Tonight I freshened T's room for her home coming. The feather bed is fluffed so high I picture her jumping into it and sinking in the smell of lavender scented sheets and breathing in the comforting smell of her beloved Mutsy – ah home.


smith kaich jones said...

Oh, I remember coming home. My mother would make a lemon meringue pie (my favorite), a banana cake (my favorite), and we'd have fried okra & home grown tomatoes (my favorites). It was the best! T will remember it the rest of her life.

:) Debi

Anonymous said...

there's no place like home.

Miss Red said...

how sweet! i hope my mom does this when i come home from college next year.
i do love coming home from school and telling her all about my day over tea, though.

Georgia B. said...

what a mom.

happy mother's day, Lesley.

Georgia B. said...

sorry i spelled your name wrong.

Woman in a Window said...

Your pictures are always so spot on. Amazing, really. Oh...lavendar.

SE'LAH... said...

Awwww. Mutsy is cute! I wanna jump in that bed.

Great photo. What a warm feeling it evokes.

elk said...

yes i am right there with or tomorrow depends on the moving:)))

it is nice to travel this "road" with you!

Char said...

I know it was a happy homecoming

Gayle said...

Awww, Mutsy looks so sweet waiting for T!

Yay for home!

Relyn said...

Isn't there such joy in doing these little things for our daughters? I love changing Sloane's sheets and spritzing them with lavender water so she will go to sleep with sweet scents leading to sweet dreams.

Shona Cole said...

a year on - this is a lovely photo and memory. thanks for sharing :)


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