This is home. Well, at least it's a flower in front of my home. I didn't plant this bed of lilies, and while I do like lilies, I don't like the colour orange and I don't like how it looks against my brick-red-painted wall in my tiny yard, where I would prefer a profusion of green and white and – well, things that don't clash with brick red. But it is, nonetheless, home – vibrant, warm, sensual, complex, contradictory, home.