Home is where the heart is

Blauer Hut

Believe it or not – this was my playground when I grew up.  No, I’m not of noble descent – our house was on the other side of the wall in the old part of town.  One of the weirder influences this had on me is that I associate peacocks with a fuzzy, snug, and warm feeling.  I remember that visitors staying overnight with my parents usually came to breakfast with a harrowed look on their faces and “What was THAT noise last night??!” on their lips.  But to this day the shrill sound of a peacock’s call says “home” to me.

for Jennifer Nichole Wells’ One Word Photo Challenge: HOME


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