Don't
it jus make ya wanna get out yer pen knife, sit on the front porch and whittle
somethin? What with all them purty flowers and stuff. All kidding aside,
I think this home is absolutely fascinating! I imagine an old sourdough
coming home from the creek after a hard days panning for gold and the little
woman meeting him at that fancy front door with a pan full of fresh hot
biscuits. I can smell them now! (I wonder if they planted those flowers,
or if they are 'volunteers'?)
