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Philip left this morning. We said good bye in the yard under the twinkle lights of the trellis before dawn. The rain was falling soft and gentle and the only sounds were that of the early morning crickets.
It was dark and quiet in the house when I went back in...I wiped off the rain from my eyes..or maybe they were tears.
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories.