I love your place. I know this even though I've stepped but not one toe in to your home. I also know I love your garden, like your home, whether it be small and unassuming or grand and expressive. I know this because you LIVE there!
I've never not loved the places that people dwell. There's a story to each one. That special something that always tantalizes my senses. Weird?, maybe, but absolutely true. I've found beauty in the humblest of places and awe in the grandest of architecture and I love them both. I love without prejudice both porcelain and reclaimed brick. Oak banistered stairways and creaky old wooden steps. Vaulted ceilings and cubby holes. Marble floors and polished cracked cement.
But there is one element that truly brings life to any dwelling. People. It's the folks that make a house a home and despite the myriad of materials that make up the shelter, they are the ones who unbeknownst to themselves transpose warmth and meaning to the place they call home.
That's what I love most, the way a house no matter how simple or grand is just a house until someone who LIVES there makes it a home.
I hope you enjoy the following sweet tribute.
Best springtime wishes,
Betty
(your cottage woman)
I've never not loved the places that people dwell. There's a story to each one. That special something that always tantalizes my senses. Weird?, maybe, but absolutely true. I've found beauty in the humblest of places and awe in the grandest of architecture and I love them both. I love without prejudice both porcelain and reclaimed brick. Oak banistered stairways and creaky old wooden steps. Vaulted ceilings and cubby holes. Marble floors and polished cracked cement.
But there is one element that truly brings life to any dwelling. People. It's the folks that make a house a home and despite the myriad of materials that make up the shelter, they are the ones who unbeknownst to themselves transpose warmth and meaning to the place they call home.
That's what I love most, the way a house no matter how simple or grand is just a house until someone who LIVES there makes it a home.
I hope you enjoy the following sweet tribute.
Best springtime wishes,
Betty
(your cottage woman)
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