Mansion on the hill

The mansion on the hill

Yes!  I went out on the exploration trail again.  This time I visited a large mansion on the hill.  It was built-in the early 1800’s.  Oh what  a beauty she is.  I have such a love for these places.  I have always wanted to live in one, but I know I will never be able to afford to.
I love the winding staircases and the large foyers.
I will try to explain how I feel when I walk into the large entryway.  I look up at the spiral staircase.  Eyes traveling toward the window overhead.  Oh, such detail!  To have seen this in its day was too much to ask.  I can picture young ladies, dressed in the long gowns, gliding down those stairs, hands resting, lightly on the newly dusted railings.   I can feel the breeze blowing through the large windows, as the curtains dance on the wind.  I can almost, smell the newly plowed fields, as I listened to the horses play in the barns.  This is what I sense and feel when I first walk into these beauties.  I am there to reminisce, not to destroy, steal, or mar this beauty in any way.  I want to save her by taking pictures of every nook and cranny, no matter how small.

To sit in front of this fireplace on a cool winter day, watching the flames dancing and kissing the logs, as they hiss would make for a cozy experience.   I can see and hear  the family sitting around telling stories of the past, as shadows travel across the walls, reaching out to me, as I stand in the door watching.   I connect with them in my mind.  I have no idea who they were but I can only imagine what they would have been like.  The one thing I do know is that they left this mansion for me to see and for this I am thankful.
Until next time my friends.  I will say good day.