Some one lives here, that much is obvious. But no one knows who. No one sees people coming or going to & from the house. Sometimes it's well kept on the outside, other times it becomes over run with vines & weeds. No one sees who cleans it up. There's a lot of stuff inside the house, looks more like a warehouse than a home from the glimpse you can catch from the sidewalk. And you can't see into the back yard from the side street (it's on a corner) or from the house next door, the trees block the entire back of the house from view. But no matter the time of day, you always feel like you're being watched. And I don't think it's just the gargoyles.
There's nothing quite like the Coast on a day like this or when it's foggy and raining. It's beautiful all the time, but there's something enchanting about the dim, gray days.
Or maybe it's just me.
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Married to an awesome guy aka caretaker supreme here at The Portable Homestead & all around Deere. Born & raised NJean. Lifelong writer and reader who loves gardening when she's able to, takes too many photos and happens to be disabled with Rheumatoid Disease, AS and Migraine.
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