Where did the summer go?

1959 ... garden beer, a photo by x-ray delta one on Flickr.

Sorry to have been gone so long. I have had some events that have been very sorrowful to say the least. I am hoping to rally myself to keep moving forward. That is the only way to go.

there is something to this picture that makes me want to move backward though. To a time when things were more set in their way. Mothers stayed home and took care of their families. Father's were the bread winners. And all anyone wanted was a home. I feel that I have no home right now. That sense of home seems to be fleeting for me. I want something of my own. That no matter what I will always have a safe place for my children to come to, they will know it and recognize it when they see it. A home town that they can be proud of having live in.
My parents have glasses just like the one she is pouring the beer in. To me just that glass means home to me. I miss my safe haven.