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?

Thursday, November 24, 2011

day #20

I am grateful that we made it down to Maryland without any real problems (unless you count the stupid Tom Tom dying on me right as I got into Baltimore!) But we found our way to Ron and Lisa's.  And that is always a good thing.

1 comment:

Diane said...

Happy Thanksgiving to your family and friends!