There’s something special about having a connection with history — about seeing yourself as a continuation of that which has gone before. Living in an ancient abode, fashioned from the stones of the field, assembled in portions by generations long since departed, tending plantings lovingly envisioned in their fullness by those beyond the vail.
Our home here in the US is ONLY 80 yrs old. It has yet to acquire this sort of history. But built out of brick, concrete, and morta it will last far longer than most of the conventional homes nearby. I wonder who will next continue the legacy I am beginning?