Wednesday, June 29, 2011
The house sits right on the water. The entire property delights me. The architecture of the front porch area to the right pleases my eye. I go a block out of my way every time I'm in West Park View just to see this charming place with the lovely and unusual white picket fence.
One hundred years ago today, Mrs. Ward sat rocking in her long white skirt on that same front porch trying to catch a breeze from the water. She twisted her hair more securely up from her neck fastening it with tortoise shell hair pins while Sonnets from the Portuguese lay unread in her lap and a crow complained loudly of the heat in the trees overhead. Or I'd like to think so, anyway.
Posted by JPG at 7:05 AM