I daydream about old houses whenever we're out in the country. I think I may have found my dream house!
I begged my husband to take some pictures on the way back. "Surely not that one!" my husband worried.
No, the one down the street, directly across Hwy. 30 from the Hiwassee. Too bad it's already occupied. I asked the fishing guide.
I love its stately frame and red roof. The yellow springtime blooms even give its shabby paint a cheerful glow. It reminds me of the "before" houses in Grace Livingston Hill novels. A close up of the handmade trim and rusted iron gate. You can see a touch of blue on the porch ceiling. Forget diamonds--daffodils are forever!