While searching for family, resting in a sunlit, Garden of Stone, I found an angel.
In these stone gardens are rows of memories. Names etched in stone, but each one represents a life, loves and memories made.
Outdoor museums of memories made.
I have been researching our family tree for some time now. This has brought me to a better understanding of who I am..a romantic Southern gal, just seeking the forgotten times and her history..Follow along as I find the nest or come up with just a hand full of feathers... "We shape our lives not by what we carry with us, but what we leave behind." Contents fully protected under copyright. All rights reserved.