“Home is a name,
it is a strong one;
stronger than magician ever spoke,
or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. ” (Charles Dickens)
I’m walking the streets in Toronto, around West Queen West. It’s a delightful way to look for lovely old homes brought back to life by loving hands. These homes have personal grace. They display not just renovations but something more.
They flaunt a little magic,
A bit of sophistication,
And a goodly amount of charm.
No staid brass numbers for this beauty but an address beautifully scripted above the door.
Almost but not quite a painted lady – rather a romantic house – pale green and lavender The gingerbread trim has been loving restored by caring hands.
Someone with a sense of wonderment and just a little bit outrageous had the courage to paint this house in their favorite colours. Then they screened it with an enchanted forest. A fair maiden stands hidden on the balcony.
Surely an artist lives in this house. They have painted the columns all around with vines and flowers. Summer and winter they welcome one and all to come inside.
For years this house was filled with the laughter and excitement of families. Reborn, i has become a tiny, elegant cafe. The kind of place you would stroll to for an early morning espresso or perhaps a croissant.
There’s no place like home. Just click your ruby-red heels together and you’re there.