I like how alone this house is on it's lawn. No drive way or walk way, like it just dropped right out of the eye of a tornado.
Why does everything get so pretty when it's old? It just takes so long to get this way, and then it's gone.
unidentifiable (to me anyway) lush greeness that was fun to walk through
twig birdie nest
how comfy does that hay look? I have the most 10 year old innocent reaction to the saying "lets take a roll in the hay" I usually grin inside and think "yes please, sounds lovely."