journaling: I grew up in a small house, filled with love, children and windows that looked out at wheat fields, pastures, mountains to the southwest and beautiful Square Butte to the north. The window sill to the east, in this photo taken of Mom and Dad in 1951, was filled with bright red geraniums, year round. Windows were opened to let the cool breeze in. Pull down shades kept the hot sun out in the summer. Jack Frost painted beautiful frost pictures in the cold of winter. I love windows that are open to the world around us.
Credits:
Window Frames No. 2 by Katie Pertiet (revised by cutting out the small wood panes and changing to black and white to use for the photo frame)
Posted Paper Pack by Katie Pertiet
Blooming Remnants 2 by Lynn Grieveson
Font: CAC Futura Casual