I think I may have used this title before but it's OK.
Because this thought is in my head always....
I do love old, wonderfully aged things ~
I remember as a little girl visiting my grandparent's old farmhouse and
just loving it. There was so much there to see and enjoy....
The old barn was wonderful!! And the oak trees in the front yard
were fairytale huge to me ~
they each had old rock walls around them and
they each had old rock walls around them and
giant roots that rose out of the ground.
The grandchildren would walk 'round the old trees,
stepping oh-so-carefully on the roots so as not to lose our footing.
I also remember seeing the biggest black ants around those old oaks!
Old is character.
Old is having a history.
Old is beautiful ~
hugs and love,
Dawn
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