I have been coming here for more than thirty years.
Built high up, like a tree house, overlooking the water, with wooden steps leading down to the beach, it's the house of my dreams. My children remember it well.
There are bird feeders galore and sculptures
and patches of dappled shade.
The wheel - lower right - spins merrily. The wind chimes chime and a squirrel gives a theatrical performance in the little bird house.
I wanted to take a picture of her/him in it - but she/he wouldn't oblige.... just looked at me beadily. Hmm...
Inside the house there are orchids and fruit and paintings and photos and dogs - evidence of lives very well lived. What fun to go there again.
