Last night, Lottie and I drove home with all the windows
down taking in the last of the day.
We had just dropped off the older Little Nies for their
Wednesday night youth activities.
It smells so good here and everything is waking up from a long winter.
There is an abandoned house nearby mine,
and I drive past it several times a day.
Not a drive past goes by that I don't think
about sneaking inside to check it out.
Who used to live there? And what happened to them?
On the front porch is an old rickety rocking chair, and mailbox.
Tonight as I drove past, and just like always,
I had the urge to turn around and go back to check it out.
Except this time I did.
I parked nearby and snapped a few photos of the decayed house.
I didn't go inside because Lottie was shoe-less in the car.
Rats!
I love old abandoned homes and have had
a fascination with them for as long as I can remember.
When we moved from New Mexico to North Carolina last spring,
I saw hundreds of old farm homes along our way that were
deserted and left for the weeds and vines to eat.
It was definitely my favorite part of the drive.
