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, September 4, 2011

Isn't this neat???

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2 comments:

Diane said...

I love this idea!! Thanks for sharing it.

September 6, 2011 at 11:57 AM
Ellen said...

love this idea Terri....wish I had a machine. I love the comfort of a T but this is more of a nicer look.
Hugs,
Ellen

September 7, 2011 at 11:39 AM

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