Aesthetics, Culture, Endeavors

Living and Working at Plum Cottage

We inherited a sickly whitish-lavender house, but invented this color for it. These are the wonderful poppies that sprang up one year out of the blue, which I’ve been encouraging ever since.

The house where I live and work is not old compared to many places, but it has acquired a respectable patina. Its timeworn charm and singular stand of fruit trees distinguish it from neighboring properties. “Plum Cottage” was the only fitting name for this vintage 1921 bungalow, which retains the refreshing humility of a bygone era before automobiles or televisions became must-haves in every household. An electric trolley ran down the main street in front of the house, but as the neighborhood aged, the trolley went away. Continue reading “Living and Working at Plum Cottage”