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Remember the children's book Are You My Mother?

We could have written the sequel Are You My House?

But, (drumroll please...)

In February, after looking at so many houses - in town, out of town, with acreage, new and old - since summer, we decided to go with this white 1940's abode.

It has a red brick back porch with "X" detailed railing. I love the "X" detail. So farmhouse. So retro. So charming.

An adorable carport. With the "X" detail repeated. (Can a carport be adorable?)

The back of the house has a tired wooden arbor struggling to remain upright under the weight of ancient Wisteria vines. Who doesn't love an arbor dripping with royal purple Wisteria blooms?

The front view again, from the corner and through the leafless winter trees. Mostly Post Oaks (Quercus stellata), with some Eastern Red Cedar (Juniperus virginiana), some Redbud (Cercis canadensis), Live Oaks (Quercus virginiana), and a lot of Jasminum humilis, a sweet old fashioned shrub that does a terrific job of screening the street.

The "woods!" I'm picturing secret gardens and teepees and hide-and-seek and imaginations at work back here.

 And it has a darling cottage.

We think it has potential. 1.7 acres. In town, so no cows allowed. (frown) We can't wait to......do something with it. We're not sure what. Tear it down? Add on? Remodel? The possibilities abound. And our imaginations run wild. Well, okay, my imagination runs. His does what his does.