Where is Home?

Home is in the bright red barn with me shepherding the white fleecy sheep frolicing, dancing, eating and chewing their cud. Home is in the warm comfortable heated shop where the tractors lay waiting for spring and where the wood furnace roars with a snap, crackle, pop. Home is in the fields with the ranger going up and down up and down the rows picking up any harmful rocks to the planter, combine or disk bine. Home is at the bins moving grian late nights to the dry steel structures and the dryer running at night drying every single kernel with the smells, sounds and sights. Home is in the house with everyone near me eating, playing and enjoying life waking up in the morning with the smell of breakfast floating through the air and going on the bus saying goodbye to my mom, dad, and dog.