Alas! My heart swells to stroll the grounds of this time-honored dwelling.
The beautiful bindweed, with its gentle white flower choking off the lawn and shrubs, a charming tribute to Nature displaying her little jewels. Peeling paint from the spring hailstorms brings an allure of its own, reminding one of centuries of damsels and gentleman who have courted on this porch, flecks of white paint showering them like rose petals. The rains, which have brought heaving concrete and failing brick to the ground, merely add to the quaintness, while the faded stables with their share of “horse power” beckon the inhabitants to come and ride!
My chateau would fair well in stodgy old Europe. Alas. We continue to battle the insurance adjuster as we listen to the noise of highway traffic, reminded of where we actually live. And yet, we would not switch to another era.