I caught a glimpse, a whiff, a shadow of fall and then it was gone - the weather in the 90s again. Boo. I long for the time in the not too distant future when the seasons are more distinct, and we are knee deep in house renovation. But first things first...and I am willing myself to be patient.
On a lighter note, a dear friend who has seen the house photos told me that our little beauty reminds her of two other humble homesteads of U.S. Presidents. I think that's very complementary. Thank you G.
The first is the boyhood home of Richard Nixon:
I love that they are both white, like ours, and surrounded by a canopy of tall trees. For those reasons, I would agree!