This is Our Peach. She’s old (born in 1890), but we love her anyway.
When not buried under snow, the front is like this.
With spring blossoms. Now, please, do come in.
Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?
Or may I offer you something to eat?
You can make yourself something, if you like.
Or perhaps, warm yourself by the wood stove?
Oh, the bathroom? It’s upstairs.
Did I mention I love orange?
Sorry for the mess, but I’m still working on this one. Why don’t we go outside? I think Spring has arrived.
Perfect for a glass of wine.
Hubby’s herb garden. Old photo, to be updated when Summer arrives.
We hope you visit Our Peach again!