I was going through the pictures on my phone and I found this one, I thought it was pretty nifty so I’m posting it:

In case you’re curious, that is one of my many, many, many gargoyles and next to it is a birthday card from my son.  We had a fabulous dog named Domino that was a Dalmation/ Cattle Dog mix and I think the picture reminded my son of her- not for the obvious reason but the attitude more then anything else.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Hideaway Hill’s Folly


Sometimes it’s not the house or building that’s the folly. Sometimes it is what  inside of it that is-

Blue Room – Linden Frederick


My house

had  bright green trim

and the gutters always leaked.


There was an apple tree in the front yard

and cherry trees in the back yard and a holly tree

at the bottom of the yard with my initials carved into the trunk.


My house fit into our street

much better then I  ever did

there was nothing about me that was like anyone else

I was built wrong, colored wrong, I was damaged and worn and chipped

and when I moved away, I’m sure my house was very relived.


I think it  feels like a real home now but I’ll bet the gutters still leak.