Where faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Goodnight.
---Elizabeth T. Dillingham "A Faery Song"
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
I thought this was a cool ice effect on our windmill.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
We had spent the day and were driving home around 6pm. Pretty desolate looking huh? LOL this is a house we saw on the way home. Glen is fascinated with the old homes that have the hallway in the middle. There are so few left standing anymore. Hope you enjoyed our "drive."