Welcome to my paternal aunt and uncle’s house. My grandfather helped my uncle build it as a mountain retreat away from his and my aunt’s Florida home. My aunt has filled it with their artwork and a most wonderful collection of mementos and whimsy.
Now that we don’t live an ocean away, and because my dad came to spend the week with us, we went to this magical place to gather with family.
The house overlooks a rushing river but it is also a hillside oasis to enjoy.
Rivulets crisscross the property.
Creatures and vignettes of all sorts dot the landscape.
There are places to wander and to rest.
And places to play. Everything is open for exploration.
This is the view down from the main balcony to the fishpond and river below.
There are (sometimes secret) messages everywhere.
Looking back up at the main house.
Little buildings are tucked away everywhere. There’s a rental house, a play house and several garden sheds, a studio, and this little cabin of curiosities which I’ll show more of later.
Despite the chill and damp, the kids enjoyed a bonfire on our last night.
We could have stayed longer, but we had school to return to. I hope that I don’t have to wait over a decade, as it had been, to return to this magical place