If walls could speak…they would tell tales of children’s laughter and rowdy game nights…
of furry friends catnapping in a sunbeam…
or of the smell of fresh baked bread cooling in the kitchen.
When all the bookshelves lay empty, memories of cozy reads by the fire haunt now silent spaces.
Busy butterflies flit over blossoms…
…in gardens surrounding a vacant front porch once the site of moments spent in rest and reflection.
If walls could speak, they would tell you love lived here…
…and love moves on.
In every dwelling place, we leave a bit of our heart behind. Such is true of the little piece of heaven we call Lazy Bee Farm. As we relocate to our new mountain top home, we will never forget the beauty and joy we experienced here.
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