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, November 8, 2011

Day #5

I am grateful for my goofy little dog, Winston. He is a complete mess. But he brings such joy and such energy and such love with him, wherever he goes (and that's not too far from home, because poor Win doesn't do well in the car).  

Winston, I love you.


Granny Annie said...

I love all kinds of music and people know when to avoid me by the music I select. I love audio books because I can listen while I work but I don't like how they look on the shelf.
Real books look much better. I love our dog Slim and I never thought I could care so much for a stray dog. She adopted us almost six years ago and occupies a huge portion of my heart (and Ron's too but he won't admit it).

Lizzie - The Vintage traveler said...

Winston is simply adorable!