The picture doesn't do enough; the wrap-around porch is obscured by the bushes and you can't see the sprawling yard with rocks for climbing and a stream for splashing and a miniature but equally beautiful Victorian playhouse. But: pink blossoms, weather vane, white wrought iron fence, the chimney, the turret. It reminded me of these favorite toys from my childhood.I guess "move to Draper" is now on my list of things to do.
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ah, the good ol' Draper dream...chin up kid, it might happen someday!
that is beautiful!
Loved (love?) Precious Places!
does it open so you can see the different rooms inside?
BTW, don't move to Draper. Unless you own a juicy brand velvet workout suit. do you?
I spent some time in Draper last night and I'll be darned if it wasn't really nice. Small town vibe but only seconds from the freeway. I fear it will soon be overdeveloped though and will lose it's charm.
No no no. Let's not live in excess.
> No no no. Let's not live in excess.
Finally some sense around here!
No no no. Let's not live with "success". No need to wait around any longer. I brought the sense. Enjoy.
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