Up on a rise on old Hwy 14 lives this sad yellow brick farmhouse. It doesn’t take much to imagine the charm it must have had in its day, the red corner coins and eyebrow brickwork detail tell you this house was built with style in mind. But now the fallen-in porch and overgrown bushes and trees tell you it hasn’t been loved in a very long time. I find this especially disheartening since yellow brick houses are rather rare in many parts of Ontario. In fact, most are found in the same area as this sad lovely — since the colour of brick is determined by the amount of iron in clay, and few areas have the right kind of clay to produce yellow bricks. And take a look at the sky — talk about pathetic fallacy. The ominous dark clouds seem to match the mood this discovery threw me into. Sigh.
April 27th, 2012