House Is Not a Home

In childhood,
A big tree was used to be an exciting private retreat.

On the Big Tree House,
We heard a bird singing.

Sounds & Odors of the Rain,

The whispers of the Wind,

Various colors of the Sky and Sea,
The change of the Clouds,
those splendid Gifts were always at our side.

A Tree House is a longing space
not only for children but also for cats.

Fantastic ♪

In this season

Warm bright sunlight is a most delightful Gift.

I feel happy and serene in the knowledge that
they sleep at peace in sunlight.

The innocent lovableness move me to grateful tears to feel
we have reached a normal and peaceful home life.

House Is Not a Home

by Bill Evans

6 件のコメント:

  1. Everything is wrapped in a warm, magical atmosphere ... great post, beautiful photos and the third from last is fantastic !!!!!

  2. Thank you very much for all the memories of home, now about 3,000 miles away.

    Please have a wonderful Thursday.

  3. Oh I would love to live in those tree houses gazing at the beautiful sky, hugging my dogs, listening to the bird chirping and watching the children play.

  4. Beautiful post
    so many great images and photo's

    Have a wonderful weekend

    Kareltje =^.^=
    Anya :-)

  5. Thanks every comment ♪
    I'm glad to be able to
    communicate the real intent of me.

  6. Such a variety of cool images in just one post! :-)


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