home

February 19th, 2012 | 3 Comments

Dear Diary, I love home, the feeling of home, the vinegar bottle in the window, the past due flowers falling over on the table, the fruit loading down the bowl. I spent way too much time at home, but yet I can’t pull myself away sometimes. I love the nest. I love to nest.

Sometimes the nest makes me a bit stir crazy and I feel like I am going around it in circles but then something settles me , I find a distraction, a twig out of place, a little bug to watch. The nest. My own nest.

And in that nest I have a perch, a white perch on the edge of the nest where I gather my bits of wool and fluff things up.

And in that nest I have kitchen that has made a thousand cups of tea , at least, some for me, and perhaps even some for you.

And in that nest there is a wood stove that needs to be fed. It’s mouth wide open like a baby bird for months at a time.

Home.

Written by: Deanne Fitzpatrick on February 19, 2012.

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3 Responses to "home"

Joni Black says:

February 21, 2012 at 12:35 pm

I love my nest. I prepare for it in the fall – winter is peak nesting time for me. I love to occasionally travel (Maritimes the best) but when it is time to come home there is this thing in me that swells with gladness and I come in the house and touch my things and look at them with a new light in my eyes. It’s good that my better half also likes his nest LOL.
Deanne Fitzpatrick says:

February 20, 2012 at 10:19 am

me too Jan, about the yearning for it when I am gone…you are right
Jan says:

February 19, 2012 at 11:14 pm

I like to nest too. I always have and I think people who don’t
Like to are not very satisfied with themselves. Or maybe it comes
From being the youngest sibling. I entertained myself a lot.
And maybe that is why I can do it so well now.
I do like to look at my nest and yearn for it when I’m gone.