sweet dreams and flying machines

This is not today. It's going to be 76 degrees here in Collierville today.  My daffodils are in full bloom and my Grandma's irises aren't far behind. But, it is one of my favorite pictures of this house. The snow is misleading, it hardly ever snows much here.  I love this house. It is my favorite of all our houses. It has been full of kids and cousins. The woods were a little bit haunted (as all the best woods are), and the park was a little bit dangerous (as all the best parks are). I brought sweet Charlie home to this house and Tommy and Johnny have started to become men they will be in this house. We've had broken bones and broken hearts and mended so very many hurts. We grew taller and stronger. We learned so much about who we were and who we want to be. For me, it's a house of dreams and magic. It was home. And very soon it will be someone's house. Someone else's magic and dreams and if they're very lucky, someone else's home. We are off on a new adventure. In a few weeks I will bundle all these boys onto a one way flight to Corning, New York. It's a beautiful little town in the wine country of western New York state. It is just my kind of place. My heart is still here though and hearts don't always move right away, just because you bought them an airplane ticket. To this lovely town, thank you for being a soft place for us to land, thank you for everything you taught us about love and friendship and life. Thank you for being so full of people who have become beloved. Thank you for teaching us that sometimes a new adventure is the best thing you've ever done and giving us the courage to do it again.