We’ve been on home tour before. We participated in the Munger Place Home Tour in East Dallas, so we know about the pain and pleasure of having a cleaner-than-it’ll-ever-ever-ever-be-again house. But there’s an unexpected side of Home Tour I’d forgotten until this past weekend when we participated in the Washington Elementary Home Tour. Things beyond the sparkle of the bathroom sink. Beyond the thrill of declaring that honey-do list nearly (because it’s never really) completed. Beyond the perfect blue sky of a day we had for it.
- Meeting people who know people you know—like the man who went to school with Bobby George from Luxora and knows, without a doubt, to eat at the Dixie Pig when in Blytheville.
- Filling your house with fresh flowers from your garden (and your neighbor’s garden because she said you could) and remembering you can enjoy fresh flowers anytime and not only during special occasions. Yes, it can and should be a regular thing.
- Seeing blogger friends you haven’t seen in a few weeks and Dallas friends you haven’t seen in two years.
- Reliving the stories behind the artwork in your home because folks ask Who is the artist? and you are magically transported back to your dining room in Dallas where the painting hung for so many years. And just for a moment, you remember the many wonderful times you shared with friends and family in that dining room you sorta miss. And you can almost smell Thanksgiving, even.
- Hearing lots of folks say “I read your book!” or “I am reading your book right now!” and my personal favorite, “I LOVED your book!” PeopleIDon’tKnow which does a fragile writer’s heart good.
- Watching neighbors greet one another on your back porch or in your dining room, and even though you may not feel like part of the group yet, (because in a way you’re still new to the neighborhood), by the end of it, you’ll start to feel more at home as the lines begin to blur.
- You’ll see your house through fresh eyes as folks point out details you haven’t necessarily forgotten, but haven’t remembered to pay attention to lately.
- The next morning while you’re enjoying coffee on your clean porch and someone walks by, waves, and thanks you for opening your home to the neighborhood, you’ll feel like you shared a piece of history. And that’s a good thing.
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Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
And by the way……. see that candy dish on the table right up there? I will not rest until those M&Ms are gone. Ugh.
Electric Light Orchestra, Mr. Blue Sky