"Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses."~ Charles Kingsley, Saint's Tragedy
Love it! Love the door...where are you?
ReplyDeleteThis is the front gate of the Firestone Mansion - I took them out the car window on the way home from picking Jillian up from school... :-)
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