Day 59 - A ride Around the Hood

I have always loved this house. It's a two-bedroom house, with a one-bedroom casita off to the side. But, there is more than meets the eye. Here's the story; the house has a fake front. Literally, the front walls are merely a facade. When the heavy, wood double doors are opened, a massive interior courtyard is seen. There is a fountain, a pool, and fireplace. The real front door to the house lies about 20 feet behind all of this. Recently, the house changed hands, and I am quite distraught by the new residents" house mismanagement." The old owners lived outside in their courtyard, wood doors flung open, the wrought-iron doors being a delightful invitation for outsiders to sneak a view of their outside living room. Some nights you would see them reading in their stuffed chairs, sipping a glass of wine. On other occasions they would have a fire going. When they were inside, you'd be able to see through the courtyard into the dreamy, European kitchen with the stone farm sink. I miss the old people and the passion they sucked out of the house. Now, the doors are shut. Always. On one occasion I saw the new owners slip in and slam the door behind them. It was time enough to see that the great outdoor furniture had been left behind. The new people obviously like the house, they bought it. But by keeping the place locked up tight, they are closing out so much of its character.


I continued around the block, savoring the last days of beauty before the oppressive heat kills the flowers and wears us out.



Love the hibiscus



The woman that lives here meticulously maintains these rosebushes.
They smell fantastic.