Yesterday, I ran by a house that wove itself into one of my stories. Seriously. The house was sneaky. I did not give my permission. I was minding my own business, running along, passing by, and a minor element (a house) suddenly morphed itself into a major element (THE house).

Now, the story is haunting my dreams, and it won't leave me alone.  I can't get away from it, and I'm loving every minute of it!

Is that a wishing well - over by the carriage porch? This almost can't get better!

Note: I'm in the process of moving my web presence into one more central location.  I'm keeping up two blogs at the moment (double-posting) so it's easy, but sometime in the future, I'll only be blogging at: https://www.thelaurapeters.com/whats-up 

The website is in development.  It's not perfectly viewer ready yet, but I am taking my daughter's good advice. I'm moving my website out of the nineties, and "thelaurapeters.com"  has its own blog.