Saturday, June 29, 2013
This could be yours.
One of my grandmother's best friends lived here when I was little and I got to visit every now and then. I remember swimming in the water, a coppery brown due to the high level of iron. It tasted sweet and metallic, and I felt like such a grown up person because granny wanted to swim with me, all the way to the little bridge.
This place was so magical to me. It looks just the way I remember it, except for the fact that there was also an attic with old old clothes and wicker strollers and an indoors swing hanging from the ceiling.
It's for sale now.
at 2:33 PM