April and I went on a mini road trip this week–more on that later– and for some odd reason…
I couldn’t stop myself from snapping a picture of nearly every little old house that caught my eye–as we drove past, of course.
I’ve always loved wondering “who has lived there?” and “what was their life like?”
I want to walk through the rooms and touch the walls and see if I can just feel the life the old house has known.
My mom used to tell me that if I actually lived in an old, drafty, hot, ancient house I’d get over my infatuation with them…quick.
I think not.
In fact, I’m certain somehow, that it would be much, much worse.
Who–do you suppose–has looked out this window…
and what did they see?
What do you think? Hmmmm?