Close to home. The first thing you notice walking up the familiar drive is that the apple tree is beginning to lose its leaves, a dog runs up to greet you and as you make the climb up the stairs to the front porch the sound of voices drifts out of the open kitchen door, you enter, the screen door squeaks as it lazily closes behind you, then the smell of freshly baked biscuits hits your senses, Southern biscuits, a Bijouxs that brings you close to home.
