Echoes of Yesteryear Votive

Fragrance: Lilac, Geranium, and more We used to drive around a lot on the backroads just to see what we could see. Bison, deer, old silos with a bonsai tree growing on top, and old abandoned houses that still seem to have something to say. Like someone who is often left alone or forgotten, the house seems to be talking to themselves in mid-sentence, waiting for a passerby to hear their tale. The house in this illustration appears to have been long abandoned and forgotten, with only a tree for company. What kind of people lived here before, and what happened to them? Did they all move away, or did time take its toll on the inhabitants as well until they were all gone? A house takes on the characteristics of its inhabitants. And without someone to love a house that was once a home, I can't help but feel the house is in a perpetual state of grieving the good times that once were. Maybe this house is being held up only by the tree, which is relatively young compared to the house. Maybe the