Quaint And Charming

A couple of years ago while my husband and I were in northwest Michigan, we chose to take a scenic route on our way to a favorite restaurant .

Driving through the town of Bellaire, we found the sweetest houses lining the streets. I've always had a softspot for older homes where the owners take pride in the curb appeal to passer's by. This particular house caught my eye, so we pulled over and I took a few pictures.

Recently while perusing the internet, I came across a poem that perfectly describes my fondness for old houses.

It's because I live in an older bungalow style home with casement windows and arched entryways. And one of the greatest joys I've known over the years has been collecting antique keepsakes that I place on windowsills or tuck into corners. There isn't a day that goes by where they go un-noticed. And not a day goes by that I don't fall in love with my own little house all over again.

So I thought I'd share both the poem and a picture of the house in Bellaire, that tugged at my heartstrings that pretty September day.  

"Simple Pleasures"  by Virginia Borman Grimmer

I like a simple little house

with flowers by the door,

An ample larder for my needs

and not much more in store. 

I like a window toward the sun

And doors that open wide,

The trickle of a bath for birds

with feathered friends beside.

I like a tidy nook inside

where my books and slippers lie,

a cupe for tea, a magazine,

and warming hearth nearby.

I like some trinkets on the sills,

white ruffles at the panes,

the comfort of a sturdy roof

to shelter me from rains.

I like the cozy ambiance,

A place of sweet retreat

Where life unfolds along the way and each new day's a treat.