Today during one of my walks I found a house of windows. It almost looks like a greenhouse except the windows are from a house and are placed as if they are still in the house. Large panes of glass held in place by a thin frame. It looked mystical sitting in the morning hour surrounded by Spanish moss that dripped from the surrounding trees. Morning Glories spiraled up the thin frames of the non-existent house.
As I sat on the ground inside it I noticed that a rock that had been thrown through one of the windows. A pity really seeing as it would be a lovely little garden house. Perhaps I might make it mine. I have some Passionflower seeds that I’ve been wanting to plant. Maybe I should plant some here.
