Cool cats in the conch house, as some real cats hang around the koi pond outside, and Mr. Gator cries such lovesick crocodile tears over the carp in his belly. And if you tire of one conch house, move to another just like it, right next door. And if that gets old, or the loud parrots disturb the mellowness of it all, there’s always a boat ride you can take to the Bahamas, and snorkel to your heart’s content, past the tropical fish in the crystal-clear blue water.
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Love the tropical houses…they have always been one of my favorites. Maybe I’ll have time to stitch them some day. Oh…so much stitching…so little time!!!