Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .. . . home.. . . soil.. . . rain.
Use those words in the title of your post.
Home is where I feel safe and loved, I can be me and not wonder if I’m going to be judged. The word home also makes me think about the farm where I grew up, and where my mom still lives. Thinking about that make’s me want that lifestyle again, where everything had a slower pace.
Soil is the grass roots of life. May sound weird, but that’s what I think of. I probably think that way because I am a prairie girl, and all good things come from the earth. The smell of freshly turned soil means change, and that can be a very good thing.
Rain is growth, nothing on earth can survive without it, plain and simple. A warm summer day with a sprinkle of rain, now that is something.
Have a great weekend everyone!