The basement door was open. The place was sold midsummer — a very tiny, dated Cape, most likely a tear down. The dog and I went ’round back and crept in. It wasn’t spooky exactly but full of the traces of lives departed.
Did I already post about this?
Today we helped my sister prepare for building-wide inspections this week. It was a little overwhelming, given that it looks like she moved in yesterday (instead of the end of April). We hung mirrors, curtain rods and curtains, a kitchen peg board, pictures, put away the AC (which required emptying and sorting a closet) and took out lots of garbage. It was a lot. I’m tired.
But my younger son is in the air, due to land within the hour. Such good timing.
Because it is a hard time to be alive and be American.
That door makes time stand still. Take good care of you and yours, that’s what we’ve got right now. xo
And it’s not nothing.
(((Dee))) our world is in such a precarious place, all I can do is dream of a world where love is the answer…
Keep dreaming, Mo. I am feeling more like burning it all down. Not really.
the house…..a shrine
Yes. It felt hallowed.
I love this house and where was it? Such tender history unknown but not forgotten. The photographs are terrific.
It is right around the corner from my house. I pass it on many dog walks every week.
Love these pictures, Dee
(thinking of you all …)
Thank you Els.