Monday, February 23, 2015
This particular little place has a fireplace and it looks as though there's some furniture inside. Yesterday, we stopped at a little Mom-and-Pop Italian place in Smithfield, VA and then noodled around north on Route 10. We so enjoy the back roads, off the beaten path, which are so much more interesting than anything you might see on the highway.
We were somewhere between Surry and Hopewell when we turned around to take this shot. There's a 1950's ranch house to the left, which doesn't fit the age or the style of this tiny house. We were speculating that the house might have once belonged to the empty lot on the right, to a house that disappeared a long time ago.
If I owned this charming little place, I'd paint the door bright red, put black shutters up,and hang some Goodwill lace curtains in the windows. Then in the Spring, I'd put up two window boxes planted with red geraniums and trailing greenery, like ivy, perhaps.
We'll need a grapevine wreath, simple, just spray painted white with one silk geranium on the door. I'd put a big, vintage watering can to the left side of the door and a wooden chair with the bottom out of it to the right, fitted with an old red handled pail and planted with red, trailing petunias. I think a red or black vintage bike with no gears should be leaning up against the side.
It could be precious at Christmas with a fresh, evergreen wreath on the door and little white lights around the windows. Two vintage wicker chairs are needed about April 1, pulled out to just where the snow is right now. A black cat should be snoozing in the sun nearby from time to time.
Wouldn't it be just swell? It makes me think of a sentimental old adage that hung in my grandmother's breakfast nook, "Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man."
You know, I was just thinking that in My Father's House,there are many mansions. I hope there are a few fixer uppers. It may not be biblical, but I do so love expressing creativity this way.