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8.11.11

Hearth...



The house is old, the trees are bare,
And moonless bends the misty dome,
But what on earth is half so dear,
So longed for as the hearth of home?

The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
The garden walk with weeds o'ergrown,
I love them--how I love them all!

Anne Bronte.



Art-Carlton Alfred Smith-The Three Sisters.

4 comments:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Oh dearest,

this little film is so charming, and makes me think of being a child again, playing, running, looking for mystery and IMAGINING!!! And to think that we could have been little friends, sisters, coherts in confabulating stories!!!! My home and my hearth are where I love to be....especially when I can come to visit you.....Nita

GrandmaK said...

It's so warm and cozy here at your house. One wants to linger by the fire and chat. Have a wonderful day! Cathy

Mapi said...

Bedankt heb alle deeltjes bekeken.
Mooi, maar wel triest.
Het gaat kouder worden Dutchess, pak je goed in wanneer je buiten gaat dwalen.
Liefs en een warme avond.
Mapi

Elizabeth Rose Stanton said...

Fall always makes me feel this way. Wonderful stuff :)