I knew that this house was our home when I opened a very unassuming door off the back porch and laid eyes on the pantry. While I had been on the fence about the house up to that point, that tipped me over the other side. When I was a girl reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House books, my favorite passages were always descriptions of the food storage rooms in the fall. I loved the Ingall's ...
Homesteading
Of Love, Dreams and Old Farmhouses
"Just an old house with the roof fallin' inStandin' at the edge of the fieldWatching the crops grow like its always done beforeNobody lives here anymore....Old memories come whistling like the windThrough the walls and the cracked windowpanesAnd the grass is growing high around the kitchen doorNobody lives here anymoreOnce there were children and few hired handsA hard working woman and a bone ...