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The stuff of dreams

The Sequim Lavender Festival planted stars in my eyes before we moved here. So many of the lavender farms have that dreamy, picturesque beauty that fills lifestyle fantasies. For me it’s almost Martha-Stewart-meets-Alice-in-Wonderland. Too crazy good to be true. But it isn’t, at least during Lavender Weekend and most of summer. This is Oliver’s Lavender Farm.

The location is glorious and the grounds are so well groomed. A place this gorgeous needs a combination of staff and obsession. And a fistful of green thumbs, too. I love wandering through such a beautiful farm. Before moving here I held high hopes that some of it might rub off on me.

This is the home that greets you as you arrive at Oliver’s. Really, can’t you just imagine moving in? Help me, Martha!

Whimsical

You know how some things just catch your eye? This house is one of those things. It doesn’t seem inhabited yet it doesn’t seem entirely abandoned, either. That ignites my curiosity.

The other day when we drove by there was a vase of daffodils on the porch. Can you see why the place interests me?

Ruin

I posted a photo of this house a couple of years ago. It’s a sad sight but I’m drawn to how visual it is in its decay. In Washington it seems that all you need to do is dampen something and it’s soon hosting the growth of all manner of things. And the same moisture seems to hasten disintegration.

I thought it would be interesting to see this place in black and white. Once I converted it I wasn’t so sure. Black and white or color?

Then there was the back yard. Sad, too, but fascinating in an odd way. It was as if a busy life was halted in mid-stride and the remnants left where they fell.

So here’s another one. Black and white or color?

Misty view

I like the view of these houses perched on the bluffs above the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Like the trail I showed you yesterday, they’re close to an edge that moves ever closer. They have a wonderful view…but I’m not sure I’d care to be that up close and personal.

Moving house

This house used to be on a knoll overlooking Highway 101. If I remember correctly, I think it was a real estate office that closed a few years back. Then one day not long ago it was parked not far off Highway 101 and Kitchen Dick Road. And next it made its way north on Kitchen Dick to this location near Bon Jovi. It’s been parked there long enough that it looks as if it might stay. And I’ve thought that packing up and moving house was a lot of work. This gives it a whole new meaning.

Life on the water

The Black Ball Ferry passes a small and colorful houseboat community as it enters Victoria Harbour. Washington’s Olympic Mountains are in view in the distance.

For sale

This house often catches my eye. I’m a sucker for dormers, love that well-groomed look, like porches. And today I discovered it’s for sale.

I knew just by looking at it that it was well beyond my price range, though with three acres of land it’s a fraction of what it would cost where I came from in California. My house has a much better view. And I’m not looking to move. Are you?