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I love buildings that bloom…

Blue and Black Bicycle Beside Brown Concrete Building

Photo:  Ahmed
Pexels

House number two…

Library, Architecture, Books, Interior

I’d like to live here.  Kitchen in the Vegetarian Cookbook section, etc., you know.  How fabulous to dwell among this number of books.  Although, there are some books that would have to go.

It’s bright and cheery.  I love white, and the stairs would give me a great workout everyday.  I would need windows, however.  Huge skylight. and lots of plants and CATS.  They would have a blast, running up and down, walking on railings and sleeping on shelves and couches.

I would make some changes, naturally and maybe put an enormous chandelier here and there, so the crystals sparkle in the sun from the skylights.  Maybe a swing and tree. I might have the railings remade in a beautiful design, or use heavy glass here or there, or even steel wires  A gigantic fireplace, on one floor, a lap pool somewhere, and an enormous cat playground.  Maybe a couple of puppies and birds too.  Anyway, it would just be one of my places because my white cottage, on the beach, is still my number one destination.

 

Pixabay

If…

woman holding white paper covering her face

if you believe in
MAGICK
you’ll always
find your way
HOME

 

Photo:  Darius Bashar
Unsplash

Love…

Ruin, Old House, Decay, Old, Building

When I look at this poor house, through no fault of it’s own, it started to die, because no one loved it.  It stopped being cared for.

I think relationships are like that.  If love isn’t cared for and appreciated, they too can fall apart and end up abandoned.  If things get in the way of what’s important, people will just walk away.  When that happens, the relationship dies.

The thing every relationship/love needs is different for every one, of course.  Only the people involved know what they need/want, but they all need attention and care.

I happened to marry a chicklet. Well, he was actually human, but he was as cute and sweet as a chicklet.   I was absolutely crazy about him.  He was my chicklet until the Great Hen came and took him to wherever chicklets go when their lives are over.  So, while my house is freshly painted, my heart mostly looks like the house in the picture.  It’s hard to maintain a heart that’s been torn to pieces far too many times.

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