Farmhouse Windows in the Morning Light 1
October 13, 2017
Last month husband David and I were invited along with another couple to southwest Pennsylvania to stay at a farmhouse, the farmstead of which has been in our new friends’ family for six generations. The current farmhouse dates “only” from the mid-1800s. I anticipated roaming the house to capture hundreds of photographs. I did take a few, but I was distracted—not unhappily—by wonderful conversations, a jigsaw puzzle, multiple games of Bananagrams, and lots of real food, including homemade bread and persimmon cookies and pudding made from wild persimmons on the property. We’ve been promised a repeat invitation; maybe I’ll take more photographs next time. Maybe not.
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