still a beauty

a rose

upon the table

“it had suffered no change; it was as young and fresh and comely and gracious as ever it had been; whereas, the faces of the others would be old, and scarred with the campaigns of life, and marked with their griefs and defeats, and would give me no upliftings of spirit.”  Mark Twain from Life on the Mississippi

home

brother

Coggeshall Farm

October's here