Is it too much to ask for a lawnmower that works - or for a lawnguy that has his own mower?
Apparently it is.
My case of the f-its has grown exponentially, once again.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
This house...has the life. It sits on a secluded island overlooking a harbor. Few know its obscure location.
Dock hanging over crisp cool water clear - beams of light illuminating flecks just beneath the surface.
Currents flow, bringing in and washing out, new life, new adventure, and in the winter when the house stands alone, it still stands, it still has the life, and the harbor, its dock, the light.
It's where i go when i go underground.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Last year I blogged about this pic - is it a tree eating sign or a sign eating tree. (I know, the tree is OBVIOUSLY eating the sign.) Well, apparently it's both.
Neither have been seen in or around Falmouth Heights, not by foot, by bike, nor by surrey...
so I have concluded that in order to find the tree - or it's most noteworthy part - one must take a homebuilder tour. That is, tour the homes of Falmouth's homebuilders.
My guess is - inside one of those homes might just be a little kitchy woodwork.