Burning the Pompas Grass March 15

Spring comes with the end of previous growth.  Stace was here to visit during this time.  We started fresh with the burning of the pompas grass.  The grass has been here since the late 70's or early 80's.  I finally dug a bunch out to stick on the hill.

Home

This is home.  I know the sounds of home:  the creaks of the floor; the blinds tapping in the wind; the calls of the birds.  When I moved home two years ago, I didn't use the lights at night.  I would wander out of bed for a drink of water and go through the dark in comfort.  Comfort of knowing.  Comfort of using childhood memories.