…if that means “the house” in German, that is. But well, not that it matters that much. Just a few weeks ago (don’t know, maybe a couple) I sold my last swampy area in Caledon Cay and, as a result, had to move all the nice stuff I had there to my remaining property at the other end of the land bridge (well, you don’t know that story because I forgot to tell you about it, but anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore; just keep reading). That included, of course, taking down some of the also nice stuff I had in that other plot and some terraforming. When completed, I ended up with a minuscule stone cottage for a living room, and a large and refreshing forested area.
The interior decoration is pretty cozy (meaning “fuck, I barely fit in!”), in contrast to the hard look of the exterior walls. Actually, this building used to be a lighthouse prior to the changes, and that fact partially explains why it is so small, when you think of the previous houses I used to live in. But I’m absolutely happy with the mutation, believe me. I was rarely IN the house anyway, since I spend most of my time in the garden or rambling around.
From my point of view, the good “stuff” starts when you exit through that back door you see in the pic above. It leads to the backyard (let’s call it that way).
I still carry that small sail boat wherever I go (row, row, row ya boat…), and is very convenient to have it now that the parcel is split in two by a narrow, but deep canal.
But anyway, I don’t know why I say that, because, regretfully, that beauty is not functional (meaning it will sink if you try to sail it, believe me). Because of that, I built a stone bridge so people could safely cross from one side to the other.
Well, here’s a picture of the bridge… sort of. But you get the idea. I also wanted to show you the small elven gazebo guarding the channel entrace. The only “soldier” stationed in there is my faithful blue heron. As long as there’s a constant supply of fresh fish (oh, dear fishies), it does the job quite right.
At the other side of the canal lies the garden proper, with a couple of paths to wander about and take a deep breath of fresh air. Beware of your sinus, though, since at this time of year there’s a lot of pollen flying like mad.
More pictures, or larger size versions of these, and some other “secrets” can be viewed in my Koinup account. I think there’s also a surl somewhere out there as well.