Since my spring fever is spiking right now, I decided this installment of “If These Walls Could Talk” should include flowers as well as a house.
I think this photo fits the bill perfectly. Better yet, it combines romance and mystery in its story.
The lovely flowers in the foreground give it a lush, summery, welcoming air. Yet at the same time, the narrow path leading to the old buildings in the background gives it a sense of curiosity and adventure.
What do you suppose lies at the end of this path? Is it a charming home, with children playing in the yard and a fresh-baked pie cooling on the windowsill? Or is an empty, tattered shell clinging to its fading memories? Is it derelict and abandoned, or still well-preserved and much-loved? Looking at this photo gives me the urge to make my way down the path and find out. No matter what lies at the end of the path, the flowers along the way would make it worthwhile.
And if I were really lucky, perhaps the buildings would tell me some fascinating stories about the previous owners. That is, If These Walls Could Talk.
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