It was five o’clock, almost sunset on January 2, 2020. We were excited to have the special combination lock number form the realtor which would open the front door of the house without a realtor dictating our walkabout. The from door took us directly into a spacious living room with a cathedral-vaulted, pinewood-lined ceiling that could have made a small church proud. The sunlight pulled us into the kitchen, surrounded on three sides by windows. Whoever built this house loved to cook and be in the kitchen. Directly from there onto the back deck we took in the bright orange winter sunset over Pine Valley Mountain. Snow on the ground, deer nosed their way and rested in an oak grove in the back yard like they were the owners of the place.
My dear old pal: whatever Conn said about America's rurals didn't really matter all that much, does it? The contrast among the Highlands vs Inverness vs Edinburgh define for themselves and truly for me, it's a matter of personal perceiption, just like beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I did sense that you love the rural more than the urban now. -GL
My dear old pal: whatever Conn said about America's rurals didn't really matter all that much, does it? The contrast among the Highlands vs Inverness vs Edinburgh define for themselves and truly for me, it's a matter of personal perceiption, just like beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I did sense that you love the rural more than the urban now. -GL