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Home means different things to different people, so this week we are going to explore what it means to us:
Home means different things to different people, so this week we are going to explore what it means to us:
- What does it feel like?
- How do you recognize it?
- What makes it home - people, place, time?
Home
first of all is in Contra Costa County, California. This county is located in
Northern California and is part of the greater San Francisco Bay Area. We have
a temperate weather—not to cold and not too warm overall.
In
winter, though, it can be pretty frosty in the morning. Sometimes the Tule fog
can linger for many hours after sunrise or appear just at dusk and that keeps
it pretty cool. In summer, if the coastal fog remains off shore, our high
temperature can reach over 100 degrees Fahrenheit until the hot central valley
heat finally draws the fog from over the ocean into the Bay Area and cooling us
down again in the 80’s.
I’ve
always wanted to try living somewhere else when I was younger: on a farm or
horse ranch, on a beach, in the mountains, in a foreign country, or along a
river. But now at my age, I am glad I stayed here where I think it’s the best
place on earth to live. We’re 40 minutes from the ocean and 3 hours from the
mountains. One could surf in the morning and snow ski in the afternoon all in
one day (of course I would never do either--give me a good book to read
sunbathing on the beach or sitting in front of a roaring fireplace).
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| Mt. Diablo 2012 |
There
is one sight that really means home to me: Mt. Diablo. Whenever I am away from
home on vacation, it is the first sight of the mighty 3,864 foot mountain
appearing behind Walnut Creek that makes me truly feel home. It is truly a physical landmark that has been a part of my entire life, from its green hills in the spring, the yellow grass of the summer and fall, to the occasional snowfall in the winter. I have wonderful memories of hiking and camping on the mountain with family and Girl Scouts.
Mt. Diablo. My beacon calling me home.
Copyright © 2014 by Lisa Suzanne Gorrell, My Trails into the Past
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