The Webs We Weave

I hope you're reading this post somewhere sunny and warm. I wish I were writing it there with you. Snow, snow, snow. It's all I get. So, today my mind turns toward the garden. A girl can dream and in my dream is a spider web gate.

I begin with the master, Stephen King's home in Maine.

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I especially like the security window grill. That would scare away some burglars.