Headed home

by chuckofish

This morning, I am flying back to Baltimore — both going home and leaving home! It was a wonderful long weekend in the Midwest during peak fall foliage. We did a lot of hanging out and catching up and even some adventuring around town. I am going to let my mother provide a fuller update tomorrow, so stay tuned. But I will leave you with this quote from Catharine Maria Sedgwick, which speaks to the feeling that home will always be where you grew up… especially when nature is putting on its best show.

“Home can never be transferred; never repeated in the experience of an individual. The place consecrated by parental love, by the innocence and sports of childhood, by the first acquaintance with nature; by the linking of the heart to the visible creation, is the only home. There there is a living and breathing spirit infused into nature: every familiar object has a history—the trees have tongues, and the very air is vocal. There the vesture of decay doth not close in and control the noble functions of the soul. It sees and hears and enjoys without the ministry of gross material substance.”

From Hope Leslie; or, Early Times in the Massachusetts