In Which an Old House Gives Us Oranges

Today I drove down to Galveston to deliver a dog portrait commission and a bunch of books. Also to hang out with my friend. We had an adventure in mind, which involved a visit to the backyard of a beautiful old house. There we found an ancient orange tree – obviously not as old as the house but impressively old considering the average lifespan of orange trees. It grew some really large oranges. The old house wanted us to have some. So we did.

And because old houses are our friends, we made sure to visit with a few more. Betty’s house has found buyers who might restore it to its former glory. Another favorite of ours is now a lovely AirBnb. And for good measure, we were sure to find a Christmas tree in the window of a former brothel. We feel like that should be good luck or something.

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