Consider the rock. Dug from the ground, gathered from the field, weathered. In the hands of a craftsman, this rock, this cold hard rock, becomes a warm, shining object of desire. Perplexingly fitted together they form a permanent structure, a memorial to the land from whence they came.
Now consider a home made of such stone. Permanent. Interesting. Craftsmanship that harkens back through the ages. Evokes an Irish field at dawn, a heavy dew, some fog perhaps. Kettle on to boil, a fire roars, the dog barks as the whistle starts to sing. Downstairs, the kitchen is always a hub of activity. Enormous and gorgeous. The mudroom, a real mudroom with a bath off it, keeps the mud out where it belongs. The living room looks out over the Catskill view, out to the porch, practically screams "live on me" as all good living rooms do. Upstairs there's a sweet master suite as well as two other very large bedrooms all nicely appointed.
Outside, as previously mentioned, there are Catskill views to the West, the Hildeburg range sits to the northwest and on the clearest of days the foothills of the Adirondack just might peek through.
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