My poetry corner in my bedroom. The bookcase is all poetry - of all shapes and kinds. The table was once in a Pittsburgh rectory, given to my mother in the early 1900's by a priest friend of the family. I love having history and family and loved possessions around me.
The two angels stand guard.
And today the sun is shining, it is pleasantly warm, and we had our little ones and our daughter here for a few hours visit.
