JoMar Acres

This piece by beachbungalow8 on the essence of her home inspired me to think about the character and personality of our home.

Ultimately, I was reminded of a story my husband tells about his childhood. When they were small children, he and his twin sister had a dog that went with them everywhere. When the children went out to the pasture to play, she was right by their sides. She always positioned herself between them and the danger, whether that danger be a cow, or an angry goose, or something else they shouldn’t be getting themselves into.

Our home is a lot like that – a protective mother, wearing an apron, making cookies – but the kind that are good for you.

When you drive up to our home, she looks rather plain and unassuming.  There is really nothing about her that would beckon you to come inside. There are no indications that she has weathered two, yes TWO, tornados. She sees her job as protecting her family, not flaunting herself to strangers.

She is truly a buttress. There is no place I would rather be when the winter wind comes whipping wildly across the fields that surround our house. Inside, her cozy warmth lulls the southern girl inside of me into enjoying the beauty of winter – safe from the sting of that brutal artic breeze.

 She sat empty for a good many years, and as we are slowly remodeling, I can feel her day by day blossoming. She has a family again, and nothing could make her more happy.