Home, where the wind don’t blow 💕

I wanna go back just one more time to that place I called my Mama and old Pops home where the wind don’t blow..

Where long before I was just a twinkle in my old folk’s eyes, betwixt and between those four walls, were covered in pretty wallpapers of pink cherry blossom and blue fluttering butterflies

My Dad planted a bed of roses on our front garden lawn, and I can still see my Mam watering those fragrant flowers on an early crack of dawn..

And I know that back in those good old days well I was only very small, when if the weather wasn’t sunny..well I can’t remember rain at all

Though I live amidst the beautiful countryside today, my mind will often wander back to when I was a tiny tot in play