I returned to Arkansas five months ago ... It's good to be back in my home state, but I don't really FEEL like I'm home yet. I'm living in Bryant which is a suburb of Little Rock and it's new to me. It's about fifty miles from Wye Mountain and I won't be happy until I breathe the air on top of that mountain. Maybe Karen will drive me there when she comes over from Nashville the middle of March. Daffodils should be in bloom by then. Six acres of yellow blossoms. . I want to see them so bad. I've been homesick for Wye mountain for well over ten years now, but I would never leave Phillip long enough to make the trip from Tennessee.
When I do get to visit Wye Mountain again I'll travel right past my wonderful house in the woods ... the house where I did all my deer watching from my kitchen window. Only ... now I'm going to be scared to look at the place when we pass by. My kids tell me it's a total a wreck. I HATE that. I know. I know. It's none of my business any longer. It doesn't belong to me. But , no, wait, it does too belong to me. It will always be mine no matter WHO owns it. (the best thing about being a woman is that we are not required to be logical. I wouldn't be a man for anything.)
Some of you will like to see my house the way it looked in 1995, and here's how you can do it ... type in The Best Five Are Mine Blog ... and my blog will come right up before your eyes. Easy as pie. If you look at the first few pages you'll see pictures of Phillip and me. Then, when you want to see my old house, you type Roland House in the little white space in the upper left hand corner of the blog page. Little white house on one acre of cleared land with nineteen acres of forest around it on that side of the road and another 20 acres of forest across the old country road from it. I could stand in that front yard and look in every direction and never see another living soul.
Nothing in the world could ever have made me turn my back on that house ... except ... Phillip. All he had to say was< "I need you real bad, Jonelle. Come quick." and I was on the next place north. My house in the woods sold quick. Two years later Phillip sold his house in Ohio and we took up apartment living in Murfreesboro, Tennessee where we had the happiest eleven years of our lives.
Where did my dark black print go? Shoot! I've lost it.
Ya'll just ignore all my typos and misspellings.
The Roland House is beautiful. You have lived in some wonderfully beautiful places. I read many of your posts in your blog. I do not think that you have lost any of your beauty. Your blog is a healing and awesome thing. Many PCs can be adjusted for contrast and size. There are also programs that will read what is on the screen for you.
I have loved the music of Don Williams. I have many of his CDs. His line about "words are just what they say" has a lot of meaning. He is saying that what people do and what we do with them is what gives them meaning. People can say hurtful things but if we do not let them tear us down, the words lose their meaning and their pain. In the opposite direction, when people say things of love and caring, it is the hugs, the follow through, the relationship that provides the real meaning and when we hug and love back the words become alive.