One perk, it's sheltered and has these beautiful old heirloom peach and apricot orchards on either side of the home. There's an old wild pecan tree that supposedly has delicious, if not smallish, pecans that it bears. A babbling brook with an old railroad car used for a bridge for crossing and a small waterfall with dappled shade trees all around. Old magnificent oak trees that have to be over 400 years old or more. A small meadow with large square piles of hay bales drying in the sun.
There is a trellis on the west side of the old house that has a climbing wisteria that is nearly the same age of the house. It's branches are so thick and woody and wild. The flowers on it, yes, there were flowers on it yesterday, are not many, but are delicate and a beautiful shade of lavender. Shadows and light play within the path underneath the wisteria's brambling branches.
The old white house is beautiful and stately. The detailed trim work is a marvel to look at, full of beautiful craftsmanship. They thought of every little detail. Nothing was spared. The porch is the kind of which dreams are made while going to and fro in your rocking chair.
Oh, how I wish I could go inside of this magnificent dream house. I would love to see inside it. Perhaps one day... I might even get a chance to speak to the owner who stays on the property in another home nearby. She might see me painting and come to see what I'm up to. I cannot wait to meet her and hear the stories she has to tell me of growing up in this old home and on this wonderful property.