Come on in...the door's unlocked...Welcome friend...
Won't ya' sit a spell
and have some tea,
it's sweet tea,
like Granny used to make.
An open door
and open heart,
no strangers enter here.
Mi casa, su casa
please, sit in the rocker
and enjoy my view.
Lush plains reveal
moments in time,
in every rustle of leaf,
every petal picked...
I'll sweep a path in new fallen snow,
to guide you to my warm hearth.
Please stop by
won't you...
memories are free,
through my door,
on my porch.
Oh, how I dream to see those beautiful purple iris...well, it's that time again...Meander on over, cross'd the pond where it's Sunday in Australia and visit the shadow shooters.
We're a fun bunch...really, join us won't you.
A collage of porches to drool over...such artistry, back in the day...even the lil' pink shack...I mean Chateau... has a comfy nook to settle in(when it's warm). Thought you'd enjoy some shots of the hood, in my lil' piece of time.
