tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34821333.post7464214347292858250..comments2023-08-06T05:23:02.470-07:00Comments on Confessions of a Laundry Faerie: Sleeping Beauty's bowerSoozcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12549632685008663664noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34821333.post-67730794588271520712011-12-04T11:50:03.628-08:002011-12-04T11:50:03.628-08:00There was a yard like this "down the road a p...There was a yard like this "down the road a piece" from me growing up. The odd thing was it wasn't an old house, it was only a few years older than mine (my parents, built in 1968). It was a large two story white sided house that reminded me of Tara, set on a wooded lot. For some reason the folks that lived there never cleared away the underbrush, and the yews planted along the foundation grew tall and wild. I always thought a lost princess from a fairy story lived there, held captive by a wicked sorcerer. Thanks for the memory :)Dragonfaerynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34821333.post-76683680903096273312011-12-02T05:39:52.273-08:002011-12-02T05:39:52.273-08:00I love places like this. They are mysterious enoug...I love places like this. They are mysterious enough to fuel the imagination. There was one in Atlanta you could only see from one place on the highway. It was built to look like a cross from above... but who was viewing it? It looked a hundred years old, in the middle of the city, surrounded by dense growth, only the roof showed (from above). Great post! Got my juices flowing this morning! :)Wesleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05375871746989927288noreply@blogger.com