One of maybe a dozen mock-orange blossoms still on the bush. Snapped this morning while I was doing yard work.
Although it’s not really where they come from (I’m cognizant of and almost mentioned here a facetious argument to the contrary) small children spend a lot of time on the floor. It’s their habitat. I was thinking about that the other day while we were cleaning our house
Today, we’re cleaning the again because our realtor has scheduled an Open House from 1:00 to 3:00. We’ll be skipping church this morning to get the ox out of the ditch. Every ox has it’s own ditch, it seems.
If you’re contemplating a move to Tennessee, we’ll make you a deal on a modest but charming 1957 brick ranch-style house with mature cherry, pear, and apple trees, as well as some grape vines. If you can guess the facetious argument to which I referred supra, I’ll knock a thousand dollars off the asking price if you’re a serious buyer making a serious offer.
We made an offer on that house, and the seller made a counter-offer, coming down maybe $1000.00. We countered that with the amount we had agreed beforehand we would not go above. The seller balked, and we walked. Slight disappointment, but we’ll wait for something suitable at a price we’re willing to pay. We’re in a strong position with no need to sell, and reasonably content in our current abode. Actually, there are four or five suitable houses in acceptable neighborhoods with asking prices at or below what we offered for that grander brick house we’re not getting.
Front of that house we didn't get. The neighbor in the white house has a canoe in the back yard.
Back view of the house we didn't get. Note the attached two-car garage and screened sunroom off the den. Very grand, by our standards.