I miss Elmwood, even in light of my last visit turning into a bonafide fiasco. The family is now rumbling about what wallpaper to use in the lightly singed living room and I am so epically sick of conflict these days I can hardly function. I just want to be back there, alone, so I can relax, unwind and attempt to burn the house down again.
I have a few more photos of the visit banging around to show you, but maybe for later.
I'm afraid the summer months on an apple a day contain not much more than atmospheric photos of this house and the occasional blurry photo of over ripe stone fruit. It has been near 90 degrees this week and I can honestly say, what the hell is the use of it being so hot if you can't even get a peach at the farmers market. Early summer, you are beyond cruel.