The edge of our property that is. The walk starts in the livingroom where our incredibly, calm, and understanding real estate agent, Lisa, is struggling to open French doors out to the side porch...trust me the doors are really that complicated, you have to twist a couple of knobs, rattle the handle just so and wait for the moon to enter the house of Mars before you can actually open them. Which is why we're going to go out the front door.
Once you turn around to get to the front door you can't help but notice our nifty fireplace. But don't dawdle...out the door and into the woods where the safe path is demarcated by these deliciously cheesy statues that are a cross between a garden gnome and Dopey from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.
Finally you walk along a babbling brook to the boundary wall as we like to call it. All I can say is that I am glad someone else built it, cause I can just look at it and appreciate it's beauty. Up next: the Ravenous Red Head will post more photos...after she finishes eating my dinner.
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