Three sisters opened their new house in the Pines (there's a fourth sister, too, but she's a broad until Memorial Day. And a younger half-sister, a New England blue blood who deigns to visit only once a month).
492 Tarpon is a shaded, three-tiered gem that sits on the Great South Bay. It's the first house we've ever occupied where all the bedrooms are the same size and offer equally lovely aspects.
Gifts from guests past (the bowls on the bottom shelf) complement the nautical decor.
You can't beat the sunsets.
The ants followed us from our last house.
The temperature dropped to 42 degrees. I can't remember ever being colder at the beach!
Too bad the fire lasted only about as long as it took to take this picture. Burma Road offered a beautiful place to scavenge wood as the sun went down but the logs weren't quite dry enough to burn.
Even the flamingoes huddled together for warmth. Look carefully and you'll see color of their plumage denotes the year.
The chill didn't stop me from exploring.
The Grove never fails to charm with its tackiness.
Heels only hang on this shoe tree.
Here's what it used to be called:
A fresh paint job can spruce up even the most mildewed dump. "A Private Residence"--who are they kidding?
Retirees have more to do in the Grove, too!
One down and nine to go.
No comments:
Post a Comment