I'd noticed these lilies in the Connecticut River a number of times. Today, on a pharmacy run for mom, I stopped and got their picture. Click to enlarge.
Meanwhile down the road apiece this was happening. The house was pretty shabby. I'm thinking someone died and the inheritors-- zip. They will have a nice, flat piece of land when it's cleared. I actually love to see half houses like this. I find them haunting. There the kitchen curtains, there the wallpaper in scraps. There the smoke laden walls. So many lives, so many stories held within. It's like tearing down a stage set before creating a new one.