This is the old family home of my sister’s husband. With the passing of his parents a year or two ago it became his, or I should say theirs. No one is living there now, and they were generous enough to let us stay there while we were visiting for the holidays. It was like three days in a luxury hotel.
I have a thing about cedars, always have, and the driveway is lined with a very fine set of them, with several more in the yard. This is the view from a second story window on the morning of the day after Christmas (the preceding one was taken as we were leaving; it was dark and raining when we arrived):
This is a working farm, and behind the house are a number of outbuildings, and this thing which I couldn’t quite figure out. At first you might think it’s a well, and maybe it was, but there’s what seems to be a cast-iron basin in its mouth now. I meant to ask my brother-in-law about it. Anyway, I thought this was a nice image: