Exterior Views:
Crow's view of the house ridge pointing south under the white pines and over the Sassafras trees.
Back when it used to snow and be very cold, our wide eaves made some mamouth icecicles.*

*The remains of mamoths have been unbogged from the bottoms of old kettle ponds left by melting glacier chunks in our area, and the bones may be viewed in the Paleontological Museum here, but the ice is long gone, and may never return. With Global warming New York is rapidly becoming Pennsylvania, which is a lovely and fertile state, but the glacier never got there.

Roofs of Pennsylvania slate (as is ours) generally last about sixty yeas, but ours is now approaching a hundred years old, protected by trees and David
One day in late Spring the neighbor's Flowering Cherry sheds its petals and paves the drive pinkly.
Nowella's Pagoda on our backyard gorge verge
The house hides in the trees. We put up an lamp so you can find it.
1906: First year of the house.
Seasons of the House