May 31, 2006. If you haven't dropped by the Thunderbird Gallery, in Grace Point Square, lately, then do so now -- a terrific exhibition of works by Norval Morrisseau is on display. Called "Pictorial Legends", this is a coup to have this gallery presentation on Salt Spring. It opened on May 25th, and runs to June 3rd. While there, also check out the wood creations of John Bateman, the son of Canada's famed wildlife painter, Robert Bateman, and also the wonderful drawings by Michael Hames. In its 15th year, the Thunderbird Gallery is host to several very important and inspiring artists. See you there!
May 30, 2006. New to the Island? Just wanting to be a tourist in your own space? Try one of the imaginative Island Gourmet Safaris (The Art Hunt, The Fibre Safari, Out of Salt Spring), and discover the gems that Islanders have created, for your sampling pleasure. Summer Safaris take place between June and September. Private Safaris can also be arranged, year round. Current price: $500 for 1-4 people, lunch and tastings included. A good deal! Contact your tour arranger at 250-537-4118. Let Wendy know that you heard about her from Li (thanks!). Enjoy!
May 29, 2006. "Which came first, Experience or meaning?" (Deng Ming-Dao: "Tao...Daily Meditations").
May 28, 2006. Looking for something to do, today? Drop by Barb's Buns, and enjoy the launch of Pearl Luke's new book. A noted Canadian author, Pearl has recreated the allure of Madame Zee, the intimate of Brother Twelve, a cult leader in the 20s & 30s, in the last century, centred on Vancouver Island and on the Gulf Islands. It's a fascinating story, and Pearl's creative imagination has been at work here. Enjoy the book! Meet the author, today!
May 27, 2006. The RE/MAX recreational property report, a cross-Canada compilation of market trends, came out recently, and it highlighted the low inventory moment in most markets in the country. The report also noted that most areas across Canada reported that recreational property sales, in the first quarter of this year, were either at par or were ahead of 2005 statistics. Teardown activity was being reported, as the burgeoning "baby boomer" retirement wave was encouraging construction of lake, mountain, and oceanside dwellings that offered all of the comforts of home. Full-tilt renovation was another feature of the cross-country recreational/secondary home marketplace. An interesting feature is the promise of a turnkey, low maintenance property, with full-time security -- this concept has struck a chord with today's purchasers of secondary home options, and might be a factor in the increasing allure of quarter share and half share ownership, in resort based economies, where one can simply arrive, and enjoy, knowing that caretaking is being done by a management package. Affordability, though, has become an issue in many recreational property markets. For the Gulf Islands, the Islands Trust's cap on growth ensures a more expensive "buy in" moment, and the Trust has already created a more expensive enclave atmosphere on the Southern Gulf Islands, including on Salt Spring Island. See Li for more details on the RE/MAX 2006 recreational property report -- it's interesting reading!
May 26, 2006. The early years of the Twenty-First Century seem to have offered up a menu of indecision and uncertainty. The old rules that were accepted, throughout the latter part of the Twentieth Century, were put to rest on 9/11. Although the world may have understood this, at a "gut level", on that day, it does take time for the true repurcussions of this event to have been assimilated. It seems, at this time in history, that there are no "definitives". One cannot claim that such and such is "so". It becomes even more important, then, in such a time of uncertainty, and a probing of what is true, that one remembers the point of an ethical response to life's events. The ancient Greeks may have had it right, all those centuries ago. Read any Socrates, lately? A little Plato? Or, some Aristotle? What is that old axiom..."nothing new under the sun"?? At this wonderful time of year, with nature exploding in green and beauty all around us, there's a simpler message, by an English poet of the early 20th Century: "A poor life this, if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare". (Davies). Didn't Wordsworth, Coleridge, Keats, Shelley, and Byron preach the saving grace of a pantheism that harkened to the beauty and the majesty of the natural world? Stop, in the midst of all of our personal cares, and just "look". Is there a message, there, that we, as individuals, could express?
May 25, 2006.
Looking for a waterfront treasure? This architect designed home offers a private "wing" for the owners, plus a guest wing (including kitchen and living space, plus 3 bedrooms). An exceptional indoor pool pavilion, plus expansive oceanside decks, offering barbecue area, hot tub, oceanview gazebo, and pleasing garden enclaves. Deep water dock, for your boat, plus a sweep of private sandy beach, in a lovely cove -- it's rare to have both deep water foreshore and a walking beach, all on one property! In the warm swimming water area of Salt Spring, this low bank oceanfront gem offers 4+ acres of sunny privacy (s/sw/w exposures). A three car garage, a fenced veggie garden, plus a seasonal creek. It doesn't get any better! See Li for further details, and appointments to view.
May 24, 2006. "Without too much trouble, One can keep to the main road. But people love to be distracted, And perspective is difficult." (Deng Ming Dao: "Tao...Daily Meditations").
May 23, 2006. Salt Spring Blues... Chapter 14 Vera Bolton and Martha Creske had the chore, again, of putting up the posters advertising ArtCraft. Vera's hair was pale pink, this year, in a long fall of ironed straightness. Martha hammered in the tacks, as Vera held the posters taut on the telephone poles. The next year, someone else would have this summer job, as they would be off to college, and their own pathways. ArtCraft was a signal of summer to the Islanders, who liked to go through the Mahon Hall artisans display, just before the tourist arrivals, so they could buy the best things, as their early Christmas gifts. Katie, still in remission, had gone to Vancouver to start a summer semester program at the Emily Carr College of Art. Florrie had confided to Mattie that she was relieved, in a sad and haunting way. Her joy at Katie's recovery was a good sign, of course, but the absence of her daughter's heart-shaped face, looking up at her from homework or projects or sketch books was a loss that she was unprepared for. Chris had taken a job bussing tables, at the Oystercatcher, so was out always, it seemed. For the first two weeks, Florrie found herself aimlessly wandering the house and garden, not sure what to be doing with herself, now that no one seemed to need her. Then Mattie decided, almost overnight, to open a stall at the Saturday Market, and to be serious about selling her herbal teas. Florrie found herself agreeing to look after the stall, while Mattie gathered and prepared her tea ingredients, and, next thing she knew, Florrie found herself inspired to paint a heavy canvas garland, to wrap around Mattie's sales cart. Florrie had never really paid much attention to the Market, thinking it was really just for tourists, and discovered, instead, an Island within an Island, as she met her fellow vendors. She found herself with commissions for more canvas paintings, to decorate other stalls, and was suddenly too busy to mourn the passing of her motherhood moment, or to worry that Chris now spent more time away from home than in it. Peter and Terence got together with Marcus, who had taken to building stone walls around his rental home, as a way to keep busy, and the three of them worked out, after many errors and a lot of direction from Ann, who was paying for it after all, how to create a stone cottage, that would look, as Ann remarked, like something in Ireland. When it was finished, and they'd all christened it with a new local vintage, Frannie decided to rent its snug little space from Ann and Terence, and, finally, to dare to showcase her pottery works on the Island's studio tour. Carter, the architect for the old Salter property's new owners, who came to the studio's opening, commissioned the three of them to build a stone guest cottage for him, which led to more jobs, and they were suddenly all too busy to work at their other lives. Mattie chose the name for their new company, "Salty Scape Designs", and Florrie painted them a sign, which they stuck on the tree next to Frannie's studio. Marcus even had cards made up. Peter forgot that he hated the country, as he sweated and toiled to place the stones, carefully, into their exactly right spaces, forgetting everything in his measured movements, his heart pounding with the exertion of creating something stalwart from nothing. Billie put flowers, for awhile, on Old Sol's grave, next door to the movie theatre, at the same time that she would drop off food contributions to Fritz, the resident theatre cat. Then she got busy, too, helping Mike to hay the fields, and weeds began to spring up, feathering over the fresh grave look, and Old Sol's marker faded into an earth that seemed somehow undisturbed, and no one remembered to think of him anymore. Such was the rhythm of life, of course...here, and then not here. Life is, disappears, continues...players change, but the story line is the same. Here...not here. Like light and dark. Both necessary. Mike, who had secretly been writing a symphony, much to Billie's shock, emerged from obscurity to full page writeups in all the local papers, including in Victoria, and the Island was astounded to find such talent in their midst. The ArtSpring was packed, for the local production of his Salt Spring Symphonic Airs, and Mike's blush of confused triumph lasted all evening, while people, mouths full of local cheeses and local organic fruits and veggies, came up to pat him on the back, congratulations rippling through the intermission food break. Rumours and counter-rumours, so rife during the "off season" coffee house meetings, sank to an underground murmur, like a summer creek, drybed with a trickle only. Everyone was busy. The artists were open at their studio tours, the Market vendors prepped all week for the Saturday rush, the retail owners vyed for the tourist dollar, and the resorts were busy, children playing in the lakes and on the beaches, and the marinas were full of boaters, en route to or from their Desolation Sound journeys, and the musicians played at both Tree House Ganges and Tree House South, and the bike and kayak tours between Salt Spring & Pender took place, and the tenters at Ruckle Park wakened daily to a panorama of peace and majesty, and eagles soared, seals and sea lions cavorted, fund-raiser salmon barbecues took place in the Park, and B & B owners opened doors to tourists, and the chamber volunteers handed out maps and information, and the restaurants needed reservations, if you didn't want to wait in a lineup, and fireworks soared into the sky for Canada Day, down at the Coast Guard dock, and the Island bubbled and sang through its summer warmth, with the Islanders dreaming of a post-Labour Day calm, when the Island would return to them.... Meanwhile, the hills swam in greenness under the sun and soft wind, and fawns followed their mothers along the deer trails, hikers sat on knolls and sank into peacefulness, and the Island held open its arms of welcome to all who sailed into its harbours...Fulford, Burgoyne, Vesuvius, Southey Bay, Walker's Hook, Long Harbour, Ganges...beauty everywhere. Enjoy!
May 22, 2006.
Yes, there are still perfectly charming cottage style retreats, on the oceanfront, with serene panoramic views, forested calm, a sunny space of tranquility, a sandy beach to walk on at low tide, and to swim when the water comes back in. Cedar cottage, totally renovated, with the peacefulness and privacy of the one + acre property retained for your pleasure. Build your dream home later, perhaps, but, for now, wood floors, wood accents, easy-care and stylish finishes, great sundeck...it all beckons! Just move in and enjoy the summer!
May 21, 2006. "Age has extremely little to do with anything that matters. The difference between one age and another is, as a rule, enormously exaggerated." (writer, Rose Macaulay)
May 20, 2006. This is the traditional beginning of the Canadian "summer season". This is the Victoria Day holiday weekend, and it's always the third weekend in May, with parades and May Day celebrations, across the country. Named for Queen Victoria, and a looking back to when Canada was a Dominion of Great Britain, this holiday is a signal for Canadians to open up their summer cottages, and enjoy the next few months of sun and pleasure! Lots happening on Salt Spring, too, to welcome in "the season". Enjoy!
May 19, 2006.
Terrific opportunity, here! On Salt Spring Island, one cannot create this commercial zoning from a residential zoned parcel, and so the zoning, here, has an intrinsic value, & is very valuable as an investment. This is the wonderful Cottage Resort, on Suffolk Road -- with nine English Country cottages, currently in place on this 5 + acre property, varying from a studio up to a three bedroom, all with woodburning fireplaces, and all of them with lots of privacy and wonderful sun exposure. The plus? The zoning allows for 22 cottages, and there's lots of room to develop same. Interested in a strata resort concept? It would work well, here! Or, maintain the family style resort, and enjoy the Salt Spring lifestyle. See Li for the details, & appointments to view! (Note: do not disturb owners or guests; no showings without a prior appointment! Thanks!).
May 18, 2006. Don't miss it! The opening of Tree House (Ganges) live music evenings, for the "season" -- starts on Friday, the 19th. From the 19th to the end of September, nightly, the Treehouse showcases the musical talents on this special Island! Enjoy the delicious and eclectic breakfast, lunch, and dinner menu choices, here, and desserts and specialty coffees are also available. It's summer -- the music is back! See you there!
May 17, 2006. If you haven't been to Houseboat, for a while, make sure you drop by their Hereford Road location, in the Seaside Ganges Village. The space has been totally redone, and the treasures that Tom Hoff collects, with his partner's help (Ron Aird), are awaiting your pleasure! Great collectibles, that will add to the ambiance of your Island home interior, and each one both unique and beautiful! Garden treasures are being added, here, daily. Tom and Ron are available to help you to design and furnish your interiors, too, and, if you'd like to live with the grace and charm that they showcase, so well, at their Houseboat location, just invite them over and enjoy the results they'll create for you! Say hello to Lily, their wonderful Highland terrier, when you visit!
May 16, 2006.
The recent wine tasting / dinner, at Artist's Bistro, showcased the Salt Spring Vineyards wines, including their wonderful 2004 Chardonnay, their 2004 Pinot Blanc, and their 2005 Blanc de Noirs. Their 2004 Pinot Noir Reserve was a great hit, as was their "finish", at dessert, with their Blackberry Port (2005). A great menu, with wonderful food and wine pairings, and lots of vineyard information, too! Next time you're on the Island, drop in on Bill and Janice, for a tasting -- entrance off Lees Road, off the Fulford-Ganges Road, just as you drop down into the beautiful Fulford Valley. Enjoy!
May 15, 2006. "Life itself is the proper binge." (chef, Julia Child)
May 14, 2006. Six Visual Alternatives is how a group of "south end" artists are describing their own mini-tour, for their own independent artistic showcase tour. The Point Gallery (132 Beaver Point Road) Garry & Bly Kaye Studio (300 Reynolds Road) Bill Rhodes Morningside Studio (110 Orchard Road) Ian Thomas Studio (117 King Road) Stefanie Denz Studio (471 Beaver Point Road) These are talented people -- don't overlook them when you're next on your own personal artists tour. Wave, if you see me!
May 13, 2006.
Here is a spectacular 11+ acre treasure, on Cusheon Lake's quiet splendour. A wonderful main home, with wood floors, windows, lovely wood accents, a solarium for peaceful relaxation, main living and dining, and a heartwarming country kitchen -- it also has a separate garden level "suite" (guest/inlaw??), and two bedrooms/two bathrooms. Wrap around verandah style deck captures all day sunshine. The plus? A wonderful, and privately sited, guest cottage, and an equally charming, also privately sited, studio/guest. A separate office/writing space, a beautiful and, again, separately sited, meditation space, plus outbuildings. Organic garden, easy care landscaping, orchard, seasonal creek, forest perimeter...a beautiful treasure! Truly an estate style waterfront property. Another plus? A magical walk, through heritage forest, along the creekside, to the lakeside pavilion and swimming dock. A totally private, very sunny, and calm "enclave" property -- perfect for a group enterprise/corporate retreat, or as a lovely family "compound". You will be totally charmed, here! A unique and gracious property, with everything ready to simply move in and enjoy. See Li for the details!
May 12, 2006. "Put forth your effort With no thought of gain." (Deng Ming Dao: "Tao...Daily Meditations").
May 11, 2006.
Lovely home, ready to just move into and enjoy! Sunny (S/SW/W) exposures, pretty ocean and mountain and parkland vistas (see Maple Bay from here!), private, on comm. water, and close to miles of hiking/walking trails. Three bed/two and a half bath quality home, designed with flair, enjoys many unique features -- terrific kitchen, breakfast dining area, formal living and dining, double garage, expansive & private decking, great master "wing". A casually elegant lifestyle awaits you! See Li for appointments to view. A treasure!
May 10, 2006. "Once upon a time, Chuang-tzu dreamt that he was a butterfly, fluttering happily like a butterfly. He was conscious only of his happiness as a butterfly, unaware that he was Chuang-tzu. Suddenly he awakened, and there he was, veritably Chuang-tzu himself. Now he does not know whether the butterfly is a dream of Chuang-tzu or whether Chuang-tzu is a dream of the butterfly." (philosopher, Chuang-Tzu).
May 9, 2006. "Salt Spring Blues... Chapter 13 Florrie wasn't sure what had made her send her daughter to get a full check up. The strange lethargy of Katie had been ignored, to begin with, as just one more teen-age characteristic. When Doctor Baker called her into his office, after the tests, a cold hand clutched at her innards, and the strangling of her solar plexus tightened with his words. Leukemia. A vision of her long ago friend, from high school days, loomed into her brain. Her friend's brother had contracted this deadly disease, and he had wasted into oblivion. How could this be? Where had this come from? No answer. She could only take in some of the doctor's words, and kept asking him to repeat. He passed across his desk literature on the disease, and quietly went over it all again. There was always the possibility of remission, and there were things that could be done, immediately. It was important to act quickly. Florrie found herself standing beside her car, wondering how she'd arrived there, then opened the door and sat for several minutes, watching cars patrol the parking lot for a space, watching the traffic on Lower Ganges Road, heading off towards Vesuvius, watching robins dance on the government office's well tended lawn, heads cocked, listening...for what? This could not be happening. Katie was meant to graduate, the next year, and was already planning where she would go, maybe to the University of Western Ontario, to do that film course, maybe to Calgary or even to Vancouver, to the Film School...now it might be that she would not make it into her final high school year. This was not possible! For the first time, Florrie wished she had a husband, that Carl hadn't left her for that young secretary at his office. She needed help with this one, and Don, her dancing partner from San Francisco, was too far away. What to do? Where to go? Who to talk to? Her mind darted, like those robins, to and fro, cocked and listening, but no worm of knowledge came writhing up. Later, at Mattie's home, she wailed and screamed and carried on, over the top, while Mattie plied her with herbal tea and stock wisdom. There was nothing to say, nothing to do. She would have to go home and be strong for all of them, more than strong...she'd have to be a miracle worker and will Katie into health. Surely it could be done. Wish it, and it will be so. Wasn't that the mantra of the New Agers? Surely, yes! Be well...be well...be well, oh, please, god, be well! Florrie thought about that. God. She had never been religious. Was this a curse? No, of course not, that was crazy, no god would wish ill on people...it was, truly, random. She believed that, but it didn't make it any easier. She took the very long way round, leaving Mattie's house, so full of tea that she had to pull over, and leap across the ditch, at the road side, to relieve herself. She found herself doubled over, in the field, laughing at the absurdity of it. The laughter oozed into tears, and she sobbed into the earth, the grasses tickling at her face. This could not be. In the midst of life, we are facing death. A truism, a part of every philosophy of life, something read and spoken, without meaning behind the words. This was the meaning, this crazy wrenching at one's innards, this desire to throw up into oblivion, this anguish that would not be soothed...death...absence...gone, annihilation...surely not, not for Katie, it wasn't possible! When she had sobbed to the point of exhaustion, the tears drying on her cheeks, she was able to get back into the car, to sit behind the wheel, hands on the wrapped leather steering wheel, to put the car into gear and to glide towards her driveway and the lighted kitchen window of her home. She had to get a grip. It was important that Katie was on board for this fight. She would have to prepare the way, to allow her daughter to be a part of her treatment, to desire to live, to beat that blood decimation, and to recreate health. It would be the fight of her life. It had to be. She sat for awhile, in the driveway, staring at the familiar bulk of her Island home, its sloping roofline cosying around the square familiarity of the house...they had weathered a lot of years here, together, after they had fled to the Island. Carl had kept the city house. The children were too young to have really missed him...this quiet neighbourhood, their friends, the Rainbow Road schools, within mere blocks of each other, had led them from elementary to middle to senior classes. This was their world. Did they really even remember their father? She had never asked, and they had never volunteered. What to do? How to cope? What? How? Somehow it would evolve, somehow she had to find the strength to perform this task. She got out of the car, picking a random bouquet of flowers from the garden, as she walked to the verandah style deck that wrapped her home, enveloping it in a country charm that would suit a calendar, maybe for April or the month of May. It was picture perfect, and she looked at it all, as if for the first time, everything sharper, totally in focus. How had she ignored all this beauty, for all these years? She opened the door and went through. Katie was sitting at the oval oak dining table, propped on an elbow, leafing through a magazine, a cup of herbal tea in front of her. "Hi, kid! Sorry I'm so late. Mattie had a lot to talk about." Florrie's heart skipped, as Katie's small oval of a face looked up at her. "Any tea left?" "I'll make some fresh. Are you ok? You look funny. You have grass in your hair." Florrie pushed her hands through her tousled head, and felt the mud and grasses from her weeping fit, back in Mattie's field. "I'm fine. I need to talk to you, though, Katie. Where's your brother?" "He's over at Christopher's. They're playing that game." "Right. Well, we'll talk to him, later." Florrie sat, facing her daughter, willing herself to be strong and in control, as if she had answers not questions, and felt herself enlarge to meet the demand. "Kate...." And so began the months of treatment. Later, when Kate did go into remission, Florrie kept repeating and repeating, how she could not have coped without the Islanders rallying around her, even people she hadn't met before. "It's amazing. Everyone is there. I can't believe it. If we'd been anywhere else, what would have become of us all? I found money in my bank account, just "there", when I needed it. People fed us, delivered food, cooked and ready to go, took Katie to her treatments in Victoria, when I had the 'flu, and it's just amazing..." There were usually tears in the telling, but the tears began to wash a soreness out of her heart and, finally, delivered herself back to herself. Florrie continued to dance her heart into the sky, but not the sinuous Tango, now...it had become more of a stomping, blood beating, animal celebration of life, as she invented her own interpretations. They were all still intact, and Katie was there, day to day, day to day, day to day.... Meanwhile, someone won a lottery contest, and gave the money to the Lady Minto Hospital, for new equipment, and someone else won a prize for her garden, and gave it to the ArtSpring fundraiser, and someone else donated a classic car to the scholarship auction for the schools, and someone else anonymously gave to retain a first growth forest as parkland, and...the Island hummed and flowered and sang its way from Spring into Summer, and tourists arrived, alight with the beauty and the charm of the Island, their eyes shining with the excitement of discovery. Meanwhile, deep below, the community hummed and knitted and purled its way into a continuing web of connectedness. Meanwhile....
May 8, 2006. "The man who works and is never bored is never old. Work and interest in worthwhile things are the best remedy for age. Each day I am reborn. Each day I must begin again." (musician, Pablo Casals).
May 7, 2006. Mark your calendars, and don't miss this very special annual event - - it's the "write now!" evening, a Salt Spring Writers & Friends Benefit Reading, on Friday, May 19th, at 8 p.m., at the Lion's Club (corner of Drake and Bonnet Roads). Admission: $15 (students: $10). Door opens at 7 p.m. Refreshments are by Salt Spring Vineyards, SS Coffee Co., Moonstruck Cheese, & Salt Spring Cheese. There's a silent auction, too, of signed books by local authors. Co-sponsored by the Salt Spring Island Public Library, Friends of the Salt Spring Library, Volume Two Books & Watermark Books, the evening is a benefit for the SSW & F Creative Writing Scholarship & the Clark Little Poetry Prize for students. Interlude music is provided by donn & maddy tarris.... Writers presenting are: gillian campbell sid filkow cherie geauvereau jane goodall shirley graham robert hilles sandi johnson pearl luke lynda monk murray reiss alison vida shilo zylbergold Students presenting are: claire lannan megan leitch emily little misha meagley emily myers An opportunity to meet the creative writers of this special Island, & to benefit an important artistic annual scholarship -- see you there!
May 6, 2006. Here's a fun evening...tonight, at 7 p.m., admission $10 at the door, for the annual Mary's Matinee in the Evening benefit variety show -- it's to raise funds for the Mary Williamson Performing Arts Scholarship. Not doing anything this evening? Pop down to Mahon Hall! It's a variety show with something for everyone, & features performances by the scholarship applicants. See you there!
May 5, 2006. * A wine tasting/dinner event will be hosted at Artist's Bistro, on May 12th -- this will be the second such event, and all who attended the first learned a lot about the Garry Oak Vineyard offerings and food pairings with same, as Gisela & Stephan & chef James prepared a feast for the diner's pleasure. Don't miss this Spring season event! See you there! * an opening at Landing Party Gallery, on North End Road, also takes place on May 12th, at 4 p.m. Drop in and view the special works by painter, Julia Lucich and her sculptor husband, Mark. Say hello from Li!
May 4, 2006.
Meet Bobbi, my "personal assistant"! A "fur person" gem, Bobbi is a "good Jack Russell" (is there another kind??). When we meet, to view properties, she's along for the ride! (I provide the cookies).
May 3, 2006. "It's life, isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels." (actress, Katherine Hepburn)
May 2, 2006.
Wow! Just move in! Extravagant panoramic ocean and islands and mountain vistas, plus terrific sun exposure (s/sw/w -- enjoy the sunsets forever!). Almost new home, custom designed & built, with wonderful and unique features. Separate guest wing, wine cellar, upper level master/study/ensuite, plus formal entry/foyer on main level, guest powder room, open plan living and dining, plus custom designed kitchen (a cook's dream!), plus wine storage and pantry, and a terrific guest/den or library, with office off. Easy access to wonderful patio/decking, with barbecue/outdoor kitchen, hot tub, etc., to expand summer living pleasures. Windows on the views, from all principal rooms -- totally private (5+ acres), zoned for separate guest cottage and separate studio, too! Comes totally furnished, for the list price. You can just step in, here, and enjoy! Irreplaceable, and so wonderful -- see Li for appointments to view.
May 1, 2006. "Alternate between the solitary and the social. Whether alone or with others, keep serenity". (Deng Ming Dao: "Tao...Daily Meditations").