was born
by the sea
went to a convent
by the sea
home is the beach
the sea is in my blood
all of us for generations
hail from islands
later
home became the bush
( still only a 45 minute drive from the coast )
this house was built by the locals in a weekend
to entice a teacher to work at the school house across the road
(rent free about 80 years ago)
carnations and fresh herbs
in an old jam jar
can make a tin shed
feel like a home
however
wherever
we are together
in sickness and in health
(mainly sickness these days)
is home
I like the closeness of your shadows … lucky are those who can point to a trusted person as home, as well as a haven by the sea.
ReplyDeleteTogether in sickness and health That's it. I love your house in the bush Its gorgeous. Love both the bush and the sea. Great to live close to both.
ReplyDeletePoignant and beautiful collection of words and pictures which can't fail to touch heartstrings. ♥
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful progression in these verses, what an interesting history, and what wonderful photos – particularly the last.
ReplyDelete(I grew up on an island, and I also can't be too far away from the sea, or the bush.)
Nice! I love the water but that little house in the bush looks homey too. As you say, wherever together. So many little things can conjure up home. A vase. A flower.
ReplyDeleteLovely, and such wonderful photos to go with the words. I love the coast, the shore. Not necessarily "beach" as I never lived where a beach was a swimming place. Too cold and/or dangerous.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely. This must be a wonderful home.
ReplyDeleteThis is a touching, lovely collection of homes. I love that last photo!
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