One thing I truly love is looking through old books of bungalow plans. Several of these have been reprinted and are a delight. They recall a mythic time of seeming ease or grace in the pace of life that speaks to me.
Life today is a mad rush from the highway scramble of speeding, law breaking drivers to the scramble to make it through the day and get everything done, and the demands on the little spare time left each night.
Is it any wonder that the images of a quiet evening sitting on an open porch enjoying the day's end or sitting in a cozy room with a newspaper and a lamp that casts a butter colored puddle of light seems so attractive.
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