Walnut Oatmeal Patties

I am really grateful for some cooler weather so the front door can be open all the time. Just feels more welcoming to have the door open.
I remember growing up, that we all went into a tizzy if someone rang the door bell, it meant it was someone we didn't know. Most people knocked lightly and just said hi and came on in.
We had lots of people stop by our house when I was a kid and I liked that.
Our house is much the same. Of course selling eggs and milk for so many years increased the amount of traffic coming to the house but many of our customers were friends or they became friends.
There is always a tea kettle standing at the ready and cookies or a treat handy to serve friends that stop by.
My favorite poem by Edgar Guest says it all...







The Little Home
Edgar A. Guest

The little house is not too small
To shelter friends who come to call.
Though low the roof and small its space
It holds the Lord's abounding grace,
And every simple room may be
Endowed with happy memory.
The little house, severely plain,
A wealth of beauty may contain.
Within it those who dwell may find
High faith which makes for peace of mind,
And that sweet understanding which
Can make the poorest cottage rich.
The little house can hold all things
From which the soul's contentment springs.
'Tis not too small for love to grow,
For all the joys that mortals know,
For mirth and song and that delight
Which make the humblest dwelling bright.