Revisiting

Hello morning and HELLO little yellow farmhouse. You have been on my mind the past few months. We only met once last year, but your imprint is still fresh on my mind as though it was just yesterday that I walked through your front gate and along the lovely path to the front porch.

From your dark wood porch, bright red front door and the freshly painted white porch swing..

…to the gorgeous flowers that you overlook out in the front. Tranquility at best. The only thing I would do would be to tuck in some pillows on the swing and then spend hours there swinging back-and-fourth….remembering life as it once was.

Tucked on a plot of land that nestles up against a forested hill with cool ocean breezes prevailing in the morning mist. A place to call HOME SWEET HOME……

Charming.

Beautiful.

Peaceful.

How I wish I could have called you my own.

Just thinking of you and hoping that your new owners are loving on you and respecting your bones and nurturing the vast abundance of fresh garden blooms.

That is all…..

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dear friends….I thank you from the depth of my heart and soul for the love and comfort through your words left in the comments from my last post. Knowing my mother, she is smiling big as I read each comment out loud. She was loved by so many and this past week has been full of mother stories from her friends and our family. Heaven has another sweet angel…my dear momma. I love you so…..