Or so they say.
Certainly my heart.
I had this thought a few minutes ago, as Melissa showed off the Victorian opulence of the dining room set for Christmas dinner at one of 'my' houses.
I am deeply committed to two local homes...and a more different pair of houses one would be hard pressed to find.
For the past two years, I have become increasingly involved with the Friends of Glanmore, who support the mandate of Glanmore National Historic Site, an 1883 Second Empire masterpiece in Belleville.
In recent months I have fallen under the spell of a place that might one day be another NHS - and certainly is even now, to friends of Can Lit - the Ameliasburgh A-frame of that reprobate poet, Al Purdy.
Now what girl could ask for two more different objects for her affection? It's a bit like admiring the well-connected young aristocrat your parents have in mind for you, while being swept off your feet by the wild poet who challenges you and makes your heart race.
Ah yes, the wild poet. Always dangerous. A creature to be encountered in youth, when one is resilient – and rebellious. Which I guess Al's Eurithe did, and then stuck with him all those years anyway. What an interesting dichotomy to be dealing with, lovely Glanmore and dilapidated (but much-loved) A-frame!
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