Saturday, February 22, 2014
The years teach much which the days never knew.
The climbing rose at the front door, painstakingly trained to grow twenty feet up into the wisteria, has had an accident. The stem and the root have somehow become severed. Sophie is found lying on the kitchen floor contentedly chewing on a three foot long length of rose stem. A look of sublime achievement written on her face. Coincidence ?
'' It will grow again " says 'the font '. This is a philosophy of life that is much employed in the Rickety Old Farmhouse. The philosophy does not , however, work for rugs or shoes or curtains or laundry. These do not 'grow again '.