Home is Where the Heart Is...

Books have been written and songs have been sung noting that there's nothing like home - as much as I/we love to travel; the return is always good and humbling.

Gratefully, our trip to Austin was very good, and one of the most simplest pleasures about this trip was the front porch swing at the Airbnb where we bunked. Even on the hottest nights this past week, I/we (it could hold two) still sat and gently swayed in that swing until the pesky mosquitoes proved too much. Thoughts swirled along with the pretty sounds of the wind chimes on that wonderful porch. My thoughts in the below Haiku

The Swing

Old wooden porch swing

gently swaying to and fro

rich summer pleasures

BSoleille!

Terri