There’s a story behind this lovely brick walkway. I know this is supposed to be Wordless Wednesday, but hey, it’s already Thursday. May as well not be wordless, right? A local church is selling these bricks (over 100 years old) for a quarter each. We dug them out of a pile, stacked them and cleaned them. We’re not sure how long the pile has been there, but trees were growing from it. That’s not saying much since weed trees grow pretty quickly here in Florida. Even ElfGirl got in on the digging. She smashed one of her precious little fingers and didn’t even cry one bit. She is such a pleasant child (sick of hearing about how angelic she is, yet?) Anyway, Mr. James dug up the mulch with which we had covered the sidewalk to the house and laid down these bricks. We love them.