Watercolor on stonehenge watercolor paper 2ply
Mother and her children enjoying quite afternoon on the lawn
16×22 Staedtler watercolors and Faber Castell
I remember when I was a child if I left home to go somewhere for a holiday even if it was just a few days at my cousins I would get so homesick. I would spend most of the time “waiting” for my parents to pick me up…I remember getting so upset one time at my Aunts wanting to go home…They didn’t know what to do with me. I missed all those familiar things you find at home…A feeling you get when you know your safe….Familiar smells, your mother’s soft voice and wonderful hugs, the sound of my sisters laughing, my very own bed and soft pillow, the smell of dinner cooking on the stove, my cat “Fluffls” purring when she slept with me at night. The backyard where I would spend endless hours playing with my dolls and friends…Knowing my Dad would be coming home from work just before dinner every evening. You could hear his car pull into the driveway and one of us would yell out "Dad"s home". Mom or Dad always tucking you in at night no matter how old you were…lol.. All the familiar wonderful things that made me feel I was home. There’s no place like home
To the I’ll return, over burdened with care.
The heart’s dearest solace will smile on me there,
No more from that cottage again will I roam:
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!
There’s no place like home,
Oh there’s no place like home.
by John Wayne Payne