
A Room of My Own
I have lived in my 70 year old cottage for almost a decade now. I remember writing in my journal, scribing actually, before I knew what scribing was. I wrote about how I dreamed of owning an older home with a barn, hopefully within city limits. I found it, a yellow house with a wrap around porch, that was a perfect place to sit, drink tea and watch the hummingbirds flit around the roses. Ten years ago, I bought this house of dreams, and I have to say it was one of the big