Out here on the Plains of Texas near the bump in the road we call home there once was a house....
I think that front screen door probably slammed shut a jillion times in its lifetime. I imagine young children running in the yard, perhaps chasing the chickens and gathering the chicks.
The sounds of a creeking windmill pulling much-needed water from the ground.
The end of it's road of life and tales it could tell.Memories to remind us to cherish what passes by us each day is a treasure to behold.
Just some thoughts.
Thanks for stopping by for a chit chat.
