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Year after year after year
I have come to love slowly

how old houses hold themselves—

before November’s drizzled rain
or the refreshing light of June—

as if they have all come to agree
that, in time, the days are no longer
a matter of suffering or rejoicing.

I have come to love
how they take on the color of rain or sun
as they go on keeping their vigil

without need of a sign, awaiting nothing

more than the birds that sing from the eaves,
the seizing cold that sounds the rafters.

“Old Houses” by Robert Cording, from Walking with Ruskin. © CavanKerry Press, 2010. Reprinted with permission.

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I love the character of historic houses – sometimes I think I would like to live in one.  It seems wonderful — the memories in the walls, the things people have seen and done, the years that have happened and been lived in it.  The character of the woodwork and the craftmanship of old architecture.  I know that floors squeak, water pipes might not be up to it, outlets might be scarce, but someday I would love to live in a beautiful old house.

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