Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I was already homesick and his didn't help.



This is the house where I lived the longest (and last) in my growing up. My sister posted it to her blog and I stole it from there. Beautiful, isn't it? It was built in 1891.

1 comments:

Heidi said...

Sorry this made you more homesick. :) I wasn't that homesick remembering how long it took to cut all that grass, front and back. YUCK!