March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in.
~ Susan Reiner ~
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Ahhhh, a mothers work is never done. Cook, clean, teach, make sure laundry is done, care for the kiddo's and the hubby, leaving some time for myself of course!
Our boxes that didn't make the move finally got shipped last week !!! EEEK !!! It was like Christmas going through all of the things that we missed. I have been going through it all, sorting, purging, putting away. Whew !! On top of it all there is house work and I have been hit with the worst Hay Fever that Spring can offer. I am not complaining... Just been busy trying to keep up with the dust.
I have also been busy sewing away in my little corner studio while the children work on their lessons. I have three Doll House Doll's coming up as well as some soldered pendants!!!!
The theme has been houses lately... Hmmmmm....
~Home, Sweet Home ~
Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
The birds singing gayly, that come at my call --
Give me them -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child,
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile,
And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile!
Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam,
But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
To thee I'll return, overburdened with care;
The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there;
No more from that cottage again will I roam;
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet, home!
There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home!
~ John Howard Payne 1791 - 1852~
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Home is sweet when filled with the laughter of children. I will treasure these moments that I have with them for as long as I live and thank God every day for them.
