Sitting in the garden, here in Hillsborough NJ., and enjoying the beauty of the "countryside".i.e the parklike garden around my sons house.
Up till now i've succeeded to make twice a year this trip to my sons home-country- in the meantime he is a real american citizen!- to see him, my d.i.l. Nishat and my grandchildren Isabella and Alec.
It is always a 'strange experience" to come home from home. There is this feeling of belonging here, and at the same time I know that I will be happy again too, once I enter my little apartment in the Netherlands.
What is it that makes one feel at home? Is it the people- I personally don' think so- or it more the atmosphere that is there or that one knows to create, combined with the "ambiance" that is already there from itself?
The mornings are the most peaceful here, when the children have gone to school, my son does his work in and around the house, and I "potter around"- as "my Pieter" liked to say- doing al these (un?)necessary things like weeding-very much like Schuberts symphony:Unended:_)- and the birds are twittering and singing and doing their best to pick up as many little flies they can, flying either high in the sky or low above the grass.
There is a nice little wind, which keeps it comfortable and "do-able" to stay outside.
Next time I'll tell you more about the lesser nice things of this "outdoor life"!
Dag,dag,
the horserider
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