This is my favorite house.
It is not my house. I have no idea who owns it, only that it belongs to an elderly couple.
They were an elderly couple 14 years ago, when I lived in this county and would occasionally drive past their immaculately maintained house.
Their grass is always mowed. Perfectly.
The house is never in need of a coat of paint.
It is always clean. Once I saw Him, outside, working on a tractor. Even the tools were neatly lined up.
I almost cried my little OCD heart out.
But wait...it gets better.
Across the street from this house is a field. I can only assume they own the field as well, because he mows that, too.
Of course, he may just be mowing the field because he wants to.
I could fill a photo album with the pictures I've taken of this house over the years.
I'm sure they think I'm a Stalker.
I'm sure I'm the only person who parks in the middle of the street to take pictures of their house and yard.
I can only hope they're flattered.