Living the life of gardening on the low spot of a North Carolina mountaintop.
It seems to be calling for attention. I can just imagine that big front porch all painted up with comfy rockers and a big pot of geraniums and ferns in a big white wicker planter. Oh the tales it could tell.
Lisa that house practically talks to me when I drive by.
I can just see a family living there going about their duties. Flowers all around amongst the veggies. The smallest children playing. Late in the evening a couple rocking, resting a bit before bed time. A hard life but one much better in a lot of ways. It could tell a lot of stories if it could talk.
How interesting... the stories those walls could tell. I imagine that so close to the road it might have been a wayside inn of some kind...
I always love this house when I pass by it. Someone must own it and be looking after it because they keep it mowed and those signs by the front door .....
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