The first time we went to Ireland, on our honeymoon, we bought this plaque with Gaelic words that translate to say, “There is no fireside like your own fireside.”
It was a sentimental and appropriate choice for newly-wed introverts, ready to commence sharing a fireside and both believing that home is the best place to be.
The plaque sits by our fireside, bearing testament to a continued love of home, now, twenty-five years later.
I always like being home, coming home, having a place that is “HOME” to me.
But never do I appreciate my own fireside more than days like today.
We’ve seen snowier and we’ve seen colder. But that doesn’t diminish the fact that the snow is “falling” sideways today and we can’t see a boundary between lake and shore and sky. It’s a day where photos in full color are simply shades of gray.
We’ll have to go out later and clear some of that snow but, for now, the fireside is the place to be, for folks and for critters.
It’s a day when the weather can be used as a excuse for doing what we please, or not doing much at all, a grownup’s version of a snow day, off from school.
It’s a day to stay home, at the best fireside–our own.