To say my family moved a bit while I was growing up would be an understatement. The longest I have ever lived in one place was five years, and I've always thought it was completely normal to move around every couple of years. That is, until I met Andrew. He had been in one home his whole life, and I'm sure if it wasn't for marrying me, he probably would still live in that same house.
No matter where we lived, my parents knew how to make our place into a really welcoming home. Somewhere you always felt comfortable, like you belong. Now that they live in the mountains, every visit I'm forever pulling out my camera trying to capture the "home-iness" of it. Whether it's their inviting kitchen that's always filled with homemade delights (as well as a hopeful puppy, patiently waiting for something to fall), or their lush gardens sprouting with fresh produce, there's always something worth taking the time to stop and enjoy.
My mum has just started her own blog, make sure you pop over to check it out and follow along as she settles into her new life in the mountains.