But is that Tom and me? Are we buried beneath that white stuff? Nah. It's the South Towns. They practically get snow in the summertime so it's the same ol' thing for
Here's what Hobbit Cottage received Monday morning:
... and there's even less today, though yeah, it's windy and whip-through-your coat freezing out there. Yet how remarkable (still) to watch from my warm couch, the wind making silver waves upon the river:
So you can stop picturing Tom and me in a snowbank, ok? We're fine and plan on staying that way. heh.
Oh! New Neighbor Sally and I had such a lovely visit this morning around my sunny glass-topped table while nibbling homemade banana pudding with blueberry muffins crumbled into it. (A dessert idea that mysteriously just appeared inside my head.)
How nice to have Christian neighbors. We almost never get those! :)
Here's the late Lauren Bacall's Manhattan apartment. Oh my! Such large, bright rooms (though, er, a few too many white walls for my taste...)
Oh, and I won't tell you that Tom and I went and looked at the outside of a house I shared with you a year and an extra $20,000 ago. Most likely they rented it out this past year and are super-antsy to sell it now. It only recently appeared on the listings again.
(It still had leaves on the trees and felt much 'woodsier' and looked more its true age--old. Good things, those, plus an extra lot!)
Wow. From outside it was gorgeous, the online inside photos still capture out hearts and the new $69,000 price tag wows us. The problem? It's the polar opposite of the old (wise) saying: buy the worst house in the best neighborhood.
But again, I'm not going to tell you we drove over there to see it. ha.
(Hey. It's just what we do. Some people hike or go boating, but Tom and I visit estate sales and look at houses to possibly buy. Deal with it.) :)