A definition of folly is foolishness. One might say my foolishness is dishes. Thus, dishes are my folly.
Plates from our neighbor. Could the pink flowers, on the plates, be Peonies? If not, let’s pretend they are.
Peony bouquet from our neighbor.
Back Porch Reading
One Man’s Folly~The Exceptional Houses of Furlow Gatewood
Folly: Architecture…a whimsical or extravagant structure built to serve as a conversation piece, lend interest to a view, commemorate a person or event, etc.: found especially in England in the 18th century.
I learned about follies when I began reading Agatha Christie, as a teenager. I can’t remember the book title. Could it be Dead Man’s Folly? I’ve read every one of Agatha Christie’s mysteries.
One Man’s Folly, from Julia Reed, is a beautiful book that tells the story, in images and words, of the incredible houses of Furlow Gatewood.
The fact that Gatewood, in his nineties, is still actively involved is reason enough to see this book. But then, add Bunny Williams’ Foreword and Afterword and you have just one more reason to have a look.
Gorgeous photography by Rodney Collins and Paul Costello sweetens the deal even further.
I did not ask for or receive compensation for the review of One Man’s Folly.
Welcome June and summertime reading.