old-brick

Updated: May 17, 2025

It's a dream am I awake?" And indeed a very vision spread itself out before the wondering man. The low roof and wide wings of the Briars, with the delicate traceries of vines over the walls and gables, shone a soft, old-brick pink in the glow of moonlight, and over and around it all gushed a very shower of shimmering white blossoms, surrounding the house like a mist around an early blooming rose.

Maria Thompson Daviess - Rose of Old Harpeth