Back home. Warm and sunny. Back to labors of joy. Our children had all come during our trip and worked, moving firewood down from the mountain, mowing, cleaning, and vacationing. Kept Fair Haven company while we were gone. It is good to be home.
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home. Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. Keep the home fires burning. Tennessee, Tennessee, there’s no place I’d rather be.
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