"Betsy and Tacy soon had places which belonged to them. The bench on the hill was the first one. The second one, and the dearest for several years, was the piano box. This was their headquarters, their playhouse, the center of all their games."
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How inspiring! Your blog takes me back in time when things seemed a bit more simple. When friendships had time to be nutured. Away from cell phones and the fast pace of corporated demands. This blog is where I'll go when I want to pretend I'm not in 2009. I'll put on the tea kettle, clear my desk and place upon it a doily. Dress up in my gloves and bring out the hat my mother wore while I sit and view some of my favorite things.
ReplyDeleteIs there a fee for such pleasure? If not thank you kindly for the mini vacation.
Aggie from St. Petersburg, Florida
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ReplyDeleteHow inspiring! Your blog takes me back in time when things seemed a bit more simple. When friendships had time to be nutured. Away from cell phones and the fast pace of corporate demands. This blog is where I'll go when I want to pretend I'm not in 2009. I'll put on the tea kettle, clear my desk and place upon it a doily; Dress up in my gloves and bring out the hat my mother wore while I sit and view some of my favorite things.
ReplyDeleteAggie from St. Petersburg, Florida