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
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.