Tonight I made a cup of tea to sip as I sat before our first fire of the season. It is raining and in the low forties this evening in Southern Indiana. Supposed to get down to thirty on Friday night.
There is something about a clean, tidy kitchen lit by the light of the stove. Something about it that has always tugged at my heart. Makes me feel warm inside.
I've always loved the words to John Denver's "Back Home Again..."
There's a fire softly burning
supper's on the stove...
It's the little things that make a house a home
I can't bear to hear that song or to even sing it to myself, even if it is inside of my head and not out loud without tears coming to my eyes.