My cousin's house is a joy to wander through and around. If it weren't rude to take pictures non-stop while visiting, I would have done just that. She has created the kind of house that would ALMOST make me want to live back in the land of hellish summer heat.
She enjoys telling a story about our childhood that either is or isn't true. I do hope it isn't but... she tells great stories and never ceases to make me laugh. In this case she swears that when we were little kids and she would come to visit, I would only let her use my white crayons!
After this visit to her home, I decided if the story is true, I'm grabbing some credit for developing her skills for making magic with a limited color pallet.
And how nice of the place we stayed the last night in town to plant Birds of Paradise at the front door. They stood like silent, glowing sentries, keeping watch while we slept. They eek summer. Sure hope yours is going well!