I had to stop to get a closer look at the old house that sat alone on the hill.
Obviously vacant for some years…. make that decades.
It was something in it’s day though. Such fine adornments.
And such awesome colors covered his walls.
The front of the house was protected by this huge thorn tree. I got the distinct feeling that it was the spirit of some past owner trying to guard her home for eternity, so I bid my farewell and left.