~children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see~ john w. whitehead

Explored one of the oldest school houses in Manitoba. Near it stood an old barn. As I peeked inside, rays of light that snuck through the withered slatted roof above, shone down on dusty wooden desks. How I would love to hear the stories of the ones that once sat in those desks.

What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning,or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not;or that it is a good morning to be good on?

J.R.R.Tolkien

~Finding delight in the rocks beneath her feet and the wind blowing at her skirt~

~montreal~

~mr.red wing and his lovely abode~

~welcome back!~