“The House of Christmas” by GK Chesterton
…This world is wild as an old wives' tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.
To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.
Growing weed makes me happier than almost anything. I love having the babies and so far I am impressed with the swick. I'll see how it holds up for the next week while I am gone. Really happy to have you along for the ride!
