by Edgar A Guest
Eight rooms and bath, a cellar, too, a little patch of mother earth, Above it just a stretch of blue, it makes no difference what it's worth, t's home to me, and more and more I grow to love it every day, And when at night I pass the door, it's there I always want to stay. The furniture, perhaps, is not so fine as other folks possess, But it's a mighty cosy spot, and shelters in our happiness; The pictures on the walls aren't much, our tapestries aren't extra fine, But everything I see or touch holds joy for me because it's mine. Within these unpretentious walls are love and laughter finely blent; Rich men may have their marble halls, they cannot shut out discontent, And were this house a mansion grand I could not any happier be, For here I have at my command all that the world can give to me.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Our Little Home
Every single night before I go to sleep and every morning before I hop out of bed, the same prayer in on my lips. Of course I pray for m...
Both Gohn Brothers and GVS have some good old fashioned quilting supplies. Gohn Brothers sells fabric along with many other Old Order Ami...
We eat almost no meat, haven't ever. I will eat a small amount of meat at times if we go out to eat, but never pork. Melissa was talk...