A place we call home

Amid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like

Home Sweet Home

The cold weather, gray and gloomy, still and quiet, got me thinking about staying home, about touching songs and poems about homes.

Home on the Range is popular in Kansas, but it is about being away from home, out on the range, under the stars. Gee Ma, I Wanna Go Home — Kids sang it at summer camp and Dolly Parton gave us a funny version. Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver and Our House by Crosby, Stills, and Nash — both warm the heart. Grandmother’s House, we all sang in unison at Christmas time.

Home Sweet Home is the one we love best, the one that makes us cry.

And here are a few more poems.

Far from the city’s dust and heat,
I get but sounds and odours sweet.
Who can wonder I love to stay,
Week after week, here hidden away,
In this sly nook that I love the best–
This little brown house like a ground-bird’s nest?

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A perfect home is heaven’s door,
It’s built of loving deeds,
No angry frown nor biting word
Will sow discordant seeds.

No selfish wish nor cruel act,
Will in this home be found.
No thought of self will have a place,
For each to each is bound
By ties of love so pure indeed,
So helpful, so serene;
That door seems portal of high heav’n,
Rich treasures there are seen…

Ardelia Cotton Barton

…Restore to me that little spot,
With grey walls compassed round,
Where knotted grass neglected lies,
And weeds usurp the ground.

Though all around this mansion high
Invites the foot to roam,
And though its halls are fair within —
Oh, give me back my HOME!

Anne Bronte

There’s no place like home, said three times with feeling.

A line from the Wizard of Oz

The Good, the Lovely, and the True

Out of time, beyond the sun,
All are one in Paradise, …
The Good, the Lovely, and the True

Rupert Brook, Tiare Tahiti

Baby, it’s cold outside

It is now a balmy 14°F, having warmed up from a frigid 9°F. The wind speed is 11 mph, which normally is not bad, but today it’s bone chilling. And if I could be anywhere in the world right now it would not be Kansas, nor Saskatoon, where it is -15°F, and where this Arctic air mass began.

Nope, I’d rather be Stressless in Tahiti, reading the poetry of Rupert Brooke.

Out of time, beyond the sun,
All are one in Paradise, …
The Good, the Lovely, and the True

Rupert Brook, Tiare Tahiti

Get Stressless

Young and handsome, charming and talented, Rupert Brooke was a national hero even before his death off the Greek island of Skyros in 1915 at the age of 27. (He was on his way to Gallipoli.) Perhaps his best known poem is The Soldier, about death on the battlefields in World War I.

On a lighter note —

Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?”
― Rupert Brooke, The Old Vicarage, Grantchester

Cats like cities, will reveal themselves at night.

Happy Tanksgiving

We are closed Thursday and Friday and open Saturday at 10:30.

The year is almost over, thank goodness. Vaccines and therapeutics promise a happier and healthier 2021. Until then be safe, enjoy your family this Thanksgiving day. As we celebrate with our family, we wish you the gift of faith and the blessing of hope this thanksgiving day!

And as we gather around the table we shall say a prayer to be thankful for what we have, for the family we love, the friends we cherish, and for the blessings to come.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Remember Halloween

It was not the worst Halloween, certainly not the best. The children stayed home, the doorbell unrung, the tricks and the treats kept for next year when Halloween returns.

“Remember spread love wherever you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.” —Mother Teresa

“If you always give, you will always have.” – Chinese proverb

“All bad weather is passing.” – Norwegian proverb

“Where love reigns, the impossible is possible.” – Indian proverb

“Better to light a candle than curse the darkness.” – Adlai Stevenson

After the Rain


Whatever your cross, whatever your pain,
There will always be sunshine after the rain

Perhaps you may stumble, perhaps even fall,
But God’s always ready to answer your call

He knows every heartache, sees every tear,
A word from His lips, can calm every fear…

Your sorrows may linger, throughout the night,
But suddenly vanish, in dawn’s early light…

The Savior is waiting, both here and above,
To give you His grace, and send you His love…

Whatever your cross, whatever your pain,
“God always sends rainbows… after the rain… “

Author Unknown

The Magic Hour



Is is night or day?
Though the night has run its course,
There is still an hour or so,
Time to stay in bed,
And watch the day unfold.

What color is the sky?
A question to make an artist pause,
Blue, some would say,
Violet and purple
Lavender and mauve
Pretty says the poet
And that’s well-said
To those who stay in bed

What do you call the hour before first light?
Some would say,
It’s sad a night and day are gone
For me I’m ecstatic
It’s the magic hour
Full of promise
Of things I hope to do



And how does one describe the hour before daybreak?
Enigmatic and mysterious,
As God was meant to be,
And lovely as a sunrise on a quiet winter’s day.

sykkylven fjord


sykkylven fjord, norway
[Sykkylven fjord in sunny Møre og Romsdal county, leads to Ikornnes where Stressless recliners are designed and made.]

The fjord is not a tube of blue
So, don’t forget the gray and black
To paint the rocks along the shore
And here and there a dab of white

On the mountaintops to represent the snow
And in the distance
Gentle strokes of green mixed with brown
Where we keep our farm

Now, tilt your head right and left
Like all good artists do and

Take a sip of wine
Wait, my dear, don’t put down your brush

Please paint a patch of yellow for a house
A bit of red for the roof
A chimney made of brick
With smoke that curls to the sky

A home for you and me to watch
The coming of the tide