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
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).