down the primrose path...

Or the daylily path actually. This is the path that leads to the guest house I am staying at in Provincetown. Is this adorable or what?

As I spend more time on the Cape I am aware how much my sensibilities have been shaped by the time I spent on Cape Cod in my childhood.

When I was looking for my house in Lost Angeles there were all sorts of very "un-LA" criteria that seemed random to me at the time. (Clapboards or shingles, mature deciduous trees, working fireplace, front porch, etc.) I realized after coming back to the Cape that they were all characteristics of houses here. I'd move back in a heartbeat if it wasn't so freakin' cold in the winter...