1. The sound of my father's coffee pot. When it gets going, it makes a bubbling, rattling snoring noise that always reminds me of weekend breakfasts. He has had it since before I was born and now the lid is gone and the plug is cracked open. He won't have a new one because he doesn't believe any other pot could make such good coffee.
2. The smell of woodsmoke - I think nothing is more homely.
3. The blue part of flames; and watching the gum boiling out of cherry wood and catching light.
