I had many fond memories of the house we used to rent, but last year was the tipping point for a bunch of irritations that had coalesced into major irritation. (And yes, I do realize how spoiled I am...) One was air conditioning, or more specifically, the lack thereof: the prior house had only 2 window units, one of which died last year midweek. It was miserable, especially for the bunny. Another was the bed situation. The master bedroom had a
So we looked around and decided to rent a house further away from Cape May proper, in a more residential area. It is within walking distance to the beach but not within walking distance to the town of Cape May. However, I'm feeling very, very happy with the change. Here's the charming outside:
and the owners are clearly passionate about flowers:
This house has lots of excellent mojo, including the bunny-friendly doorway plaque:
and the owner's clear affection for handcrafts:
But, you ask, how does the most important member of the household like it?
No, not Elvis (although he got that nickname by fancying himself The King). He likes it, as you can see, but I was really referring to:
He is very content, dreaming about all the gorgeous wildflowers in the front yard as he naps in air-conditioned splendor.
This week, life is very, very good.