We've been enjoying our first Spring here at the farmhouse with many gardening projects.
As we worked in the yard this weekend, I wondered, how many children have played in this yard over the past 118 years?
How many times has that screen door slammed in its lifetime?
How many barefeet have walked on these old bricks and hardwood floors?
How many women, just like me, have daydreamed from the windows?
Does the house remember?....
I think it does.
Our lil place has been speaking to my heart.....
"I was here before you were born,
I will be here when you are gone.
I will shelter you for all the years that you dwell within me.
And, when you are gone, I will forever hold your memory within my walls."
That is what I imagine our sweet farmhouse would say to me if it could talk.
I think all the people that have lived here over the years are woven into the tapestry of its history, and that we are now a very tiny thread of that story.
This thought makes me smile.
Our homes are so much more than just a place to sleep and eat, don't you think?
Does your house ever speak to your heart?