Thursday doors

Driving by I spied out of the corner of my eye, this quiet lady, sitting prim and proper on a hill. Her land had been farmed, ready for the blanket of snow that would soon cover the sleeping fields.

I couldn’t pass her by, I found a place to turn around, and made my way up the hill. I found her interesting, there were no cobwebs and hanging weeds between her boards, it was as if the fairies had come and swept her clean. Even her faded walls are nicely shaded as if penciled or charcoal -ed, against the winter skies.

For now I’ve dubbed her Lady Finch. Maybe I will get to see her again, when she is sun bathing on a mid-summer day. Anything is possible. =^_^=

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