There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words

when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years

it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and

weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.

~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
Photo found in an antique store album.


Jes said...


big hugs Trisha....

Judy said...

Welcome back. nice photo, great quote.

Vanessa V said...

Your blog is so beautiful. I love it.

The French Nest said...

Beautiful photo and quote.
I've just come across your blog and have enjoyed reading your past posts...your blog is simply stunning!