♥ there’s no place like home ♥

Dorothy knew it.




So did E.T.



My father was at home anywhere if he had his pipe. He filled it from a zippered leather pouch that he kept in his vest pocket. It held the secrets of his life in his ‘other’ home, the fascinating-to-me foundry where he worked on the South side of town.


At Christmas, all roads lead home.  

~ Marjorie Holmes, American writer


Being home in CT is the sweetest piece of my Holiday Pie.

Where do you hang out at Christmas?

hot Christmas

Wherever it is, have a Cool Yule.



Toni 12/9/15