On the way home as we round one of the final bends before our place, we pass Grey Rocks Island. It's privately owned with a house tucked into the stand of trees. I've never seen any comings or goings; it's always completely still. I imagine the inhabitants lying on the couch reading novels all day.
As we swing by in the minivan, it almost makes me feel a bit gritty and common, having neighbours and a driveway and a mailbox and all.
Hmmm...funny how the pictures of your neighborhood and surroundings make me feel like I am the gritty commoner and you the one reading novels and living in the serene area that you do.
Thanks for the good read as usual!
Posted by: Jac | Tuesday, May 05, 2009 at 04:01 PM
i think it's time for a raid.
Posted by: slydi | Tuesday, May 05, 2009 at 07:04 PM
Whoa. That reminds me of Sarah's Cottage that I just finished watching. HGTV, design Tuesday.
Posted by: mary smith | Tuesday, May 05, 2009 at 09:49 PM
I would love to live on that little island.
Posted by: Anna R | Wednesday, May 06, 2009 at 05:16 PM
These beautiful pictures make me want to smell the air there.
Posted by: Cassandra | Saturday, May 09, 2009 at 08:47 PM
I had to giggle at this post - I like your adjective gritty; it fits well. I can so relate. I find myself not wanting neighbors and wishing for more land & solitude. But I suppose if I made more effort to get to know my neighbors, that might help with my attitude.
Lovely area & photographs, btw.
Posted by: Ellen | Tuesday, November 24, 2009 at 11:34 AM