Walking distance from my house is this beautiful house. I have loved it for years as I watched it slowly decay each passing day. Where I live there are no sidewalks so a quick walk by the side of the road and I can see the house. To me, it is lovely. I sadly have never seen anyone in it, or around it and today I decided to finally after so many years, photograph it.
www.acountryfarmhouse.blogspot.com ) could do with a house like this. I could just see it painted completely in the Benjamin Moore "Simply White". Rob and I always comment on how it has been abandoned and I always joke and say "Honey, we should buy it and fix it up. Can you imagine how lovely we could make it?" Then he usually looks at me and shakes his head thinking of course "your nuts!"
If I could, I would. It is so so charming. I truly am in love with it.
Was there ever a porch swing? That would be imperative and a staple in my home as it is now.
You can see the window at the back of the house. It must have large rooms and although I don't know the square footage one can determine that there is quite a distance from one window in the front to the one in the back.
What really makes me sad is to see the curtains that were left behind. A lovely green country print on one and lace panels on a few of the others. Strangely, I feel like I would have picked the same ones.
As I was taking photos today I was tempted to lean in towards it and look inside, but I didn't. Call me silly but I wanted to respect the memory of the family who lived in it. I didn't want to stare in and peek inside. I think all things especially a house, has a sort of spirit for lack of a better term.
As I got in my car and backed up out unto the old gravel and grassy trail where there once was a driveway, I felt as if, somehow, I had been welcome. That the photos I took were a gift of somekind and that I would write something to truly honor the home's memory.
Every day I pray that someone claims the home, that I see a truck in it's driveway with carpenters sanding the wooden porch and rebuilding the stairs. That I can one day see painters restoring the white that was once bright and immaculate. And that someday soon, I might see Christmas lights and fresh greens adorning the home as a family celebrates inside and maybe, just maybe I can greet them on the day they move in with a basket of freshly baked cookies and a note to say "Welcome to your new home."