the stone house

{the ocean, in the distance past the heather garden, was veiled in fog}

fog, along with drizzle, has had a good hold on the coast lately. my mother was up from boston so we took a morning drive down to freeport's stone house. the stone house was originally a private summer residence. it was left to usm and is now used for writer's conferences and other functions. it stands lonely and alone at the end of the peninsula.

not a soul was around; we had only fog for company. what an ideal setting for an agatha christie type mystery novel. spooky. all we needed was to run into a dead body on the lawn......

fortunately no bodies were to be seen, but with over a week's worth of nothing but dampness, i'm afraid i am going to see moss start to grow between my toes like it does along old gray lichen-topped stones.