after divorcing my first husband of 11 years, i was married to this piece of property for 10 years. it was a typical dysfunctional marriage, me the giver and it the taker. it took nearly every spare moment of my time, my funds, my energy and my youth. the only people i associated with were tradesmen--hardware store clerks, oil burner techs, snowplow drivers, appliance repairmen, city tax clerks, electric meter readers and, of course, the bank loan officer. but in may and june, when i was faced with the prospect of endless lawn duties, i would come home from one job or another and see this vibrant color and swoon with delight. aaahhh, my little house on the drag strip, as i called it, being located on a busy city corner. it was an oasis at times and a burden others. i don't miss it, rather the personal freedom of owning a place of my own. my dream life of a professional single gal living in a city condo never materialized, but if that's the worse thing that happens in my life, it will be of no consequence. so glad i still have this photo of my "second marriage" and the beauty it still evokes of bittersweet days.