“The way get started is to quit talking and begin doing.” ~ Walt Disney
Some homes in DC are large and beautiful. Some are small and tacky. Then, there’s a whole lot of this (above and below): practical, adorable, neighborly, fun, welcoming, warm. That’s the neighborhood I’d want to live in.
Staying with the Clooney theme from yesterday, the Rental Sisters and I made our way to a wonderful riverfront house in Augusta, the former home of Rosemary Clooney. She is one of Kentucky’s finest exports. Until George came along she was the most famous of the Clooney Clan and rightfully so. Her voice was simply transcendent. Still is, actually. She lived in Beverly Hills of course, but she eventually returned to her home town of Augusta. As the adorable tour guide below told us, Rosemary called her brother Nick and asked for help in finding the right home to buy. This house was flagged for demolition when Rosemary swooped in and saved it. It’s so close to the river that it has flooded several times (you can see it in the last photo from Friday’s post), but they always do a good job putting it back together. Today, it’s owned by former Miss America, another Augusta native, Heather French Henry (also the wife of former Lt. Governor Steve Henry). The house is filled with memorabilia from Rosemary’s career – from the hit songs to the hit movies. Naturally, one room is devoted to White Christmas. One of the fans from the Sisters routine may have been a highlight for me. Bing and his baby blues in pseudo-drag waving that fan just tickles me every time. The tour starts in what used to be the dining room and it’s here that they display a really interesting Clooney family tree – an incredibly talented family – and some George memorabilia as well (note the football uniform behind Pam). It was a delightful tour and I was really pleased to see how nice they’ve kept it. Augusta sure has a lot to be proud of.
Since moving into my little house I’ve called it The Lodge because it looks and feels like a tiny urban lodge. But with the enormous crow’s nest now situated high atop the backyard fir tree, I feel like calling it The Crow’s Nest. The outside always looks best in spring. These shots were from two weeks ago before the dianthus along the drive bloomed and the redbuds were still flowered out. I feel so fortunate to live in such a sweet little neighborhood.
For the last 40 years my parent’s house has been surrounded by thick woods. When the old man who owned the farm attached to the woods died, his children sold it to a young, energetic man eager for change. That’s been several years ago, and the young man has certainly changed the farm. For the most part, it’s been a gorgeous change, too. That change has finally now come to the wooded hill. All but a few of the beautiful trees are gone, which was quite a shock to see when I pulled up yesterday. The view is now squarely on the young man’s other business involving junk vehicles that he’d been keeping on the knob, and which the thick forest shielded from our sight, even in winter. Removing the forest is only the first step in this latest transformation of the young man’s farm. The second step involves building a house for the young man’s mother for which he has already cut a deep gash in the sandstone to support a new road and foundation. Our former forest will soon be her backyard. Change has come to stay on Mortgage Ridge, as mom jokingly called it. “Change” seems to be the theme of 2017 for many. It challenges us to keep a positive perspective. I will be forever grateful for the 40 year Forest; for its beauty, its solitude, its healing silence. And I’m glad that it will provide a home for this young man’s mother. Everyone deserve a beautiful home.
Last night, as the full worm moon was rising, I walked outside for a few shots. The sky was beautiful. The surroundings glowed. The snow and stars twinkled like a mirror images. My home looked so warm and inviting from the outside. That must be one reason why I enjoy it so much. I wish I could have gotten out to the country for some evening shots, but I’m awfully grateful to get what I got.
Last Saturday, on mom’s birthday, we were supposed to get just a dusting of snow. Instead, we awoke to 5″+. It made for a gorgeous walk in the snow with Wally.
I had awakened first at 3am to discover most of the accumulation had already landed. Wally needed out, so we took a little walk. It was quiet, like only the earth can be when blanketed with snow, especially at 3am. There’s something pure about snow, even in the city. I thought I’d be bummed to have a dog I had to walk in winter, but it turns out that I actually enjoy it. It was particularly enjoyable Saturday. It was a day of joy that has sustained me into the week.