A poem by J.F. Conant

He who loves an old house never loves in vain. How can an old house used to sun and rain, to lilac and to larkspur and an elm above-ever fail to answer the heart that gives it love?

Sunday, April 24, 2011


May you know his great love for you today and every day. God bless you!


Heidi said...

I have been thinking of you lately Terri! How have you been? And how is the whole family? I wish the Lilacs, Linen and Lace list was still active as I miss chatting with you there. Are you doing anything special in the house or garden?

I hope you enjoyed your Easter weekend.

Hugs from Holland ~

Diane said...

Just got your text and I'm trying out your new window. I'll let you know what happens.

Diane said...

Nope, still takes me out to re-sign into Google and then comes back to word ID before it posts. Maybe I'm doing something wrong. Let me know.