Front facade of Denise's home with her climbing roses flowing over her natural picket fence.
REPOST FROM -- 6/15/14
Yesterday, I was out and about with my son -- visiting a small town that had a nice little bike shop. My son is a biker and needed some special repairs to his bike. He gets great exercise riding his bike to work in Portland every day -- twenty miles there and back.
But getting back to the small town. I, personally, was looking at the houses of the town -- the unique representations of its housing stock. Down a small residential street I found one that I was smitten with. I call the home -- Denise's place.
Denise's raised garden beds with her garage in the background.
She talked about her house with affection explaining she moved there ten years ago. She also explained that the house had only 600 plus square feet inside. I thought to myself how wonderful. Less to take care of when one is retired. She also explained that her house is over hundred years old. Wonderful, built when houses were built with solid materials -- not thin plywood like some today that suffer damage in strong winds.
All the time we talked Denise's large beautiful calico cat sat on the railing listening and watching us. I just had to a photograph Ms Calico as she seemed so regal on the porch railing.
Denise has added many small touches that make a home personal. Like the old wagon and trike that sit with flowers under a small tree near her front roadway. Also she has a clump of four very large conifers sitting on the corner of her property that are notations of the its natural history.
My lasting impression of Denise is that she
has made a home that fits her like a glove