This lovely photo, taken by my friend Sherry Mullen reminded me of a similar log house that once stood not too far from here.

It was empty and abandoned when we first discovered it out in a long grown up field.  The roof and walls were still intact then, but as the years passed it fell into ruin and was finally consumed by fire.

I often wondered when we were there about the family that built and lived in the house.

What did they do, where did they go? I will never know. Now all that is left is the lilac bush that grew near the door. I have seen it in bloom a time or two, a reminder of things past to those who might remember.

 

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