Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

This weekend I finally made the pilgrimage to Westcott House in Springfield. It's the only Prairie-style house that Frank Lloyd Wright designed in Ohio and it was recently opened to the public after a massive restoration that brought it back from decades of neglect. The background can be found at the Westcott Foundation's website, which details the history of the house from Wright's commission by the Westcotts, a progressive couple with both money and influence, through decades of ownership changes, including unfortunate additions and ultimately subdivision to a multi-family residence. Understanding and appreciating Wright's genius as we do today, this remuddling seems horrifying, but the curators feel this house survived more intact as a rental property than had it been a single family home, more subject to the decorating whims of an owner actually inhabiting it. Anyway, when the Foundation purchased the house, it looked like this:
After years of renovation, to the tune of over 5 million dollars, it looks like this:
The pictures don't even do it justice. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. The house and grounds are stunning, meticulously restored and preserved for future generations to appreciate. I went through a phase when I was the owner of a quaint little Craftsman bungalow where I devoured all things Frank Lloyd Wright. Maybe because of this, or maybe it's just the feeling one gets when experiencing great art, but walking through and around this house, I found myself welling up with tears. It's a masterpiece and that's not just me talking. Wright experts count it as one of the best Prairie style houses he designed. If you're ever in the area, you should check it out. I'm going back in the spring when the awnings are out, the reflecting pool is filled and the gardens are in bloom. Inspired by Angelina feting Brad for his birthday at Fallingwater, I asked if Westcott House can be rented. It can, by the hour. Care to join me? We could do lunch under the awnings in front of the pool. I'd be so giddy, I'm sure it'd take minimal coaxing to get me bent over the library table. If it worked for Angelina (and you just know she gives it to him from behind), it'll prolly work for you.