SOLD! This large and really interesting 19th century building close to the tumbling river in the fabulous hamlet of Newburgh (the limestone homes such a pale yellow here, the trees so green, the bakery and ice cream shop so impossible to drive by)...
SOLD! Most of the east-west length of Burbrook Rd expresses itself between Hwy 38 and Battersea Rd. It also marks, for a stretch, the northern border of the Little Cataraqui Conservation Area
SOLD. I can be impressed by houses, and unimpressed as well. Persuaded by them and also left cold. I’ve fallen for shacks one day and loathed some wannabe mansions the next. What’s much more rare is for me to be moved by a house...
SOLD. Maybe you’ve driven by this lovely three-bedroom farmhouse, with its lemony yellow siding and its lifetime galvanized steel roof the colour of a freshly minted copper penny, and wondered whether the inside could possibly be as pretty as the outside?
SOLD! I know Amherstivew reasonably well. When I first arrived in Canada, and after a less than blissful few months in Mississauga, my parents bought a house on Manitou Crescent that they still live in. I remember that the lake froze early that year (1980)
SOLD! Balsam Grove is a sweet little subdivision tucked in next to Grenville Park, west of Portsmouth Avenue. The Rideau Trail delineates the western limit of the neighbourhood. The topography is interesting in here, and the trees are mature and varied.
SOLD! Alright, here we go. It’s a one-bedroom ground-floor condominium just a modest bus ride from downtown. Time enough to check your calendar on your phone and your faint, perfectly coiffed reflection in the window.
Sold. 2130 CORDUKES RD. I like the land north of the city, always have. The thin skins of tussocky grass stretched over the rock. And those green horizons of scrub spruce spiked up like some punk hairdo.
SOLD. You’re downtown, in a very sweet detached and renovated bungalow with parking out front and a small, private yard behind. The ceilings are sky-high and the new floors shine.
SOLD. I’m up early. Everyone else is still asleep and the house is quiet. There are birds outside, warning each other to seek cover; the heavy rain is coming. If I concentrate I can make out the early traffic thrumming over the causeway, and the garbage truck up by now on Montreal St.