I’ve been away from home for almost three months now (in Iceland). I’m not really homesick; I love it here. But at the same time, I miss beautiful Maryland and my beautiful family home in Southern Maryland. It’s a historic house (1809/ 1870) on a little more than three acres in a partially wooded, partially rural area not too far from Washington, D.C. Besides the quirky, old house, there’s a carriage house, a bank barn, a historic smoke house, a generator shed (from when they first got electricity on the property), a reconstructed milk cooling shed, and a few dozen free-ranging chickens.