Even with eyes at rest I can tell that my homestead is bathed in summertime, for the aroma of the flowers dances in the air as it were an evermore stage.
In the new light of the day my homestead is illuminated to a more brilliant glow than I've ever seen before. Perhaps this is a day of dreams seeping into reality.
Our homestead keeps our hearts and souls steady every bit as much as it keeps us safe and warm.
My homestead is the teddy bear of my emotions, for my home feels as a warm hug, as if those walls are my embrace and my protection.
My homestead is my sanctuary, my quiet place, my sanity recharger, plugging me in to what really matters and why my struggle is worth fighting for every day.
My homestead in the wintry days is snow white from rooftop to doorstep.