The Big Grey House On The Corner
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?
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
When Joe is home we often go for walks. Yesterday, I had to get a prescription filled, so we dropped it off and then went for our stroll. Here are some of the beautiful sites...
As tired as I get of these NY winters and as much as I miss the south, I never do get tired of the natural beauty of the Finger Lakes! Why don't you come see for yourself?
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what a beautiful place to take walks!
June 10, 2011 at 10:19 PM
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