In my life, I've passed by this house a million times on my way up Hwy 86 on the way to Danville to see my grandparents. It on the right soon after you pass Hwy 49 in Prospect Hill. I have always loved this house... the trees, the porch, the stone wall and stone fountain. If I were to move out to the middle of nowhere, I'd want to live in a house just like this.
But I had no idea of what was on the other side of the driveway down the embankment. Wow. I squealed. It was a miniature village made of stones, concrete, bricks, and found objects. I was blown away.
In 1968, retired tobacco farmer, Henry L. Warren started building his little stone village. And it grew. It was very inspiring.
If this ukulele thing doesn't work out, I want to make beautiful, crazy yard art, too.
But when I say the word "Shangri-La" in my head, I cannot help but think of the song by Versus. I'll have to play that tomorrow night on the radio.
1 comment:
Hidden wonders; good stuff.
There's a guy in Seattle who did that stuff. As I recall, was a Boeing factory worker.
He always opened his house to the public on Mother's Day.
Passed away, but his wife still holds the ''open house''. I went there once, many years ago: good stuff.
(BTW, check out my latest blog entry: you need one of these, too!) ;)
--GG
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