Memories.

I passed this old home place and had to stop and take a picture of it. The yard was full of daffodils that someone had once planted there.

I love old houses and barns. You wonder who lived there and what kind of happy memories were made there.

This old home place reminded me of my grandmothers old house and I thought of all the happy times we shared there---hot home made biscuits and the most wonderful tea cakes you ever tasted. She had flowers in buckets, pots, anything she could find to hold the soil, she stuck a plant in it. She caught rainwater in a barrel at the corner of the house and used it to water her flowers. I guess that's where I got some of my love of flowers. I miss her, but still have those wonderful memories.

"As for me and my house, we will serve the LORD."

Joshua 24:15