’Twas the season for dreaming of what comes next, Of fresh beginnings waiting quietly, next. Right on 1st Street, quiet and kind, Sits a little piece of land with a future in mind. Maybe it’s the place for a home built just right, With windows that catch both the morning and night. Or maybe it’s space — a little more room, To stretch out the yard and let gardens bloom. Set in the heart of a town that feels true, Where neighbours still wave and days move slow too. This lot doesn’t rush you or tell you what to be, It simply waits patiently for possibility. Because every home starts before walls ever rise, It begins as a thought — a hope, a plan, a size. And sometimes the best chapters don’t start with a door, They start with a patch of land… and dreaming some more. ’Tis the season for imagining where life might lead, And 129 1st Street is ready for whatever you need.
