There was another house I remember from childhood in which lived a lady who was fond of geraniums and she had lots of these plants all over the window sills and tables and in Springtime she would teach me how to take cuttings from them. Every time I see a geranium I think of her.
Not long ago I came across the following, called A House That's Lived in:
I love a house that's "lived in"
With clutter here and there.
A magazine left open,
A jacket on a chair.
A smell of something cooking
A special recipe?
An over-eager offer
Of hospitality.
I love a house that's "lived in"
It seems to stand apart,
For in it is a woman
Who has a loving heart.
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