"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
Sigrun Schulz says:
What a beautiful way of putting it: “When Trees Fall in Love”. Only a romance writer would have thought of that. I wish our trees were like that right now. London, ON Canada is known as “the Forest City” but I don’t even know if any trees are budding yet. I think we’ve still been getting frost at night. The other pictures are great too. I wish I had such a creative eye.
On May 4, 2005 at 11:08 pm