Pënëpèkw...that is what the Leni Lenape called the Pennypack Creek
that runs through three counties before joining the Delaware River in Philadelphia.
The land around the creek was built up with several mills.
As mill power declined in use
the land was converted to parkland.
Now THAT was foresight.
Notice those stone pillars?
I wonder what they supported.
I wonder what they supported.
I recently discovered the area around the Pennypack Creek.
Sadly it is one of those places I always lived around...
Well you know the story.
You live by something your whole life
but because it was always there you never really noticed it.
Well, I just noticed it.
It is beautiful!
Large!
Interesting!
You could spend hours days here.
And then, BEHOLD, I fell in love.
{Insert Angels singing}
And guess what?
Yep, it's for sale!
Pitter Patter!
So my husband and I took a closer look.
Just look at this back patio, double french doors, picture window...
And the inside?
Completely refurbished.
This house was once a mill.
Sigh.
You know what that means?
Water, lots of water.
Potential flooding.
Headaches.
Our first house was by a babbling creek...
so we KNOW what THAT is like.
:(
But the house is charming!
Really charming.
I decided I will just have to live in this house in my dreams.
