Nobody knows the age of my home

Good high ground, large lot, huge trees

Giant Magnolia

Never had one

I always buy an old home

They speak

Once we rented a very spooky big stone home

One stone “1789” coach house on a river

It had burned completely at least once

And refitted

In heavy rain late at night

A car stopped and yelled the roof is on fire

I caught an eel in the small crick

Not far from the dry canal