Where
thy art, that is home.
Emily
Dickerson
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| hand hewn logs-slight arch--has a very torii (gate) look |
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same...
Finding a little bit of dirt to build a house in California is not a fast process. First, land here is premium. In dollars. I'm sure it's true most places, but in the state with $800,000 little boxes on a foggy hillside...it is hard, hard, hard. Why do people live here. Here in the fog. Here where they never stop painting the bridge a golden red. Here where you are room temperature nearly all year. Here where a morning drive can bring you to snow, desert heat, redwoods, Big Sur, Yosemite Falls, an ocean and two dormant volcanoes (maybe more!) It costs to stay here. We had to figure out whether or not to build a home in this state. Why stay in this state? Until we found this and knew the answer.
Because it's home.
Love seeing the pictures of your home and land. And yes those lyrics sum up living in SF - although I loved living in that city in my twenties!
ReplyDeleteWhenever we drive south on the Great Highway and see those houses I heard that song. I love seeing the little boxes, not a tree in sight, not one painted gray or ecru or cream! Wayne Thiebaud captured Ocean Beach beautifully.
ReplyDeleteI loved living in San Francisco in my twenties too and later in the East Bay almost year round gardening and being close to the ocean, forests, mountains and all, your post brings back memories.
ReplyDeleteDo you remember the ice plants? They are blooming right now along with the poppies.......
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