It has been 7 years since I've been in Southern Oregon. I am ashamed it has been so long. I love this area. We stopped about 25 minutes away from Grandma & Grandpa's house to take a roadside potty break (Mairyn couldn't hold it ANY LONGER!) When I opened the car door, the fresh smell of wet pine and earth came flooding in and I was almost in tears. Oregon, my Oregon, I am home. Having always had a very mobile life (Dad, 20 years in the Air Force) we moved a lot. The saying goes, "Home is where your household goods are delivered", and my Mom did a wonderful job of creating an oasis in the middle of whatever state we moved to. But when we would go to Grandma & Grandpa's, we went HOME. H-O-M-E, home. Familiar places, food and faces were around every corner. We would spend every summer in Southern Oregon. Going to the dairy to buy squeaky cheese (cheese curds), visiting the Jacksonville Children's museum, picking blackberries; I could go on and on. I am practically giddy with warm fuzzies! It rained our first night, and in the morning, with the mist slowly rising out of the valley and the sun peeking through the pines, the Rogue River flowing along, I could hardly stand it. I am home!
5 comments:
There's nothing quite like going home. :)
Aww.. That gives me warm fuzzies! You should write a book about it. I love the way you write!
Pass the squeaky cheese and blackberries, please!!
Oregon is beautiful - although I visited, I dunno, a good 4-6 times before I ever saw the sun shine! (on the coast). Later, when I went to Wales and stepped out onto a rocky, windswept, beach... my first thought was Ah! Oregon :D ... pretty nifty to get homesick for a place that I am not native to. Enjoy! And I look forward to more pictures.
Awesome! I feel warm fuzzies when I see corn fields.
I've probably forgotten more than I remember about that place ... sugar pines, lots of deer, ceonothus brush ... it's hot, it's cold; it's wet, it's dry; it's sunny, it's foggy ... very unique location
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