home

Traveling home from Mississippi, I missed my connecting flight in Houston.
I was there- amid a nation of spring break people, all headed for exotic destinations, most grumbling loudly about the delay.
I was just going home. . .
So-late that night I turned the key in the door at 2305. I discovered that a rodent had invaded my kitchen, my car had a flat tire, and the next morning as I bounded out to Bible study, the milk curdled in my coffee.
hmmm, welcome home. . .
But while I was in Mississippi last week, it rained in Texas-everything is growing, blooming.
Really, home is lovely.