There are things that sing to me. Things that sing a siren’s song. Beautiful houses call to me all the time. That’s why I blog. The notes ring in my ears and I’m bewitched. They don’t have to be big and pretentious houses. More often than not they are simple homes. Simple and beautiful. And recently the siren’s melody is about old scrubbed timbers and lime washed floors, board on the walls and high ceilings, family kitchens and porches for sitting, house plants and comfy old furniture. There is only one conclusion with this house. Architect must be a siren.