Some days, the mood would be eerily quiet, mystical and serene:
Other days were cheerful and content, even with an inordinate amount of snow. The house hadn't seen this much snow in decades, and she was quite content to be out in it all. What a change of pace from the ordinary winters:
Ms. House's favorite part of each day was sunset, because no two were ever the same. The setting sun seemed to like her too:
Then one day Chesapeake Bay Woman heard some clanking and some noise coming from across the creek, and she saw this:
After taking Ms. House for granted all these many years, Chesapeake Bay Woman was grateful that every now and then she'd snapped the odd photo of Ms. House, because who knew she was slated for demolition.
Epilogue: This house is a metaphor for anyone in life we may take for granted. One minute they're there, and then--poof--gone.
The post was not intended to question or judge the property owners, more it is a lamenting of something I just assumed would be around forever.