We got it: 1100 square feet of pleasure dome, in a rustic sort of simple way. Bordered completely by trees, with a broad, wooden front porch complete with overhang for sitting and watching thunderstorms. We'll be surrounded by such lushness on all sides that no one--NO ONE, not even our landlady--can see the house from outside the yard. And the yard, oh the yard! Dark soil, level grass, a quarter of an acre with cedars and oaks, polars and maples, honeysuckle, wisteria, old growth everywhere. Hardwood inside, a central kitchen painted green--a freestanding basin sink bordered with charming little blue and green glazed tile. It's old, but it's in great shape, and it's gorgeous. I am in love. The rent's an absolute steal, thanks to the fact that our landlady is beautiful, brilliant, and awesome, and wants good tenants more than max rent. We put down our deposit Saturday, and are moving the first week of June. I cannot describe the specialness of this place; I absolutely cannot do it justice. So instead, I'll wait until I get all-access, and post some pictures soon. I could not be more excited while maintaining bladder control. Huzzah!
Did I mention anything about the in-ground flagstone swimming pool, the fire pits, the stonework wildflower beds in the front? I didn't? Well...you'll just have to see for yourselves.
