Roots
two roads
reaching the same place
the choice is made
The local historical society hosts a tea in the patio of a grand estate. Seven hundred and twenty acres of land with a main house, three or four smaller houses for family members, various out-buildings, two ponds, gazebo, rose garden, hills, woods, fields stretching as far as the horizon. One family since 1700. Father to son, generation after generation of stability and commitment to a place. I think of the homes I've had. East coast, West coast, Europe. Ten homes, averaging a move every seven or eight years.
trellised roses
an old thorn still lodged
in my thumb
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