Coming in 2025
The front yard roses that were planted four or five years ago are now brimming up through the window becoming a lovely, dreamy part of the house, as if they are growing in the house, or even better, that the house is in the roses. I go to the window often for little glances at them. They will need to be trimmed soon, but a procrastination of that task, for the beauty, is currently being implemented.
I'm on book two of this series. Very Jane Eyre-like, very Austenique. One heroine chooses her man, collects books, and tries to keep her home in 1800's London - {the series has only been written to book 8 / 25 so far, so we don't know who she chooses yet... A Vicar? A Duke? A Byron?}. It's on Amazon as a Kindle or paperback. Your welcome.
and the building comes easy for some, but for others
it becomes a life story to be completed and remembered later,
brick by brick, day by day, trial by trial, we build.
it's a journey that might take a day, or a lifetime,
depending on the needs of the builder.
because for the builder the journey is the lesson,
it is the story, the framework, the purpose of a lifetime.
and at the end we will look back to what was built, and know the reasons.
it might be a house, it might be faith, it might be a memory.
but it is ours, and it is exactly what we needed.
it was finished in our time and for our purposes.
until that day comes, we hope.