Her cottage, then a cheerful object, wore
Its customary look, - only, it seemed,
The honeysuckle, crowding round the porch,
Hung down in heavier tufts; and that bright weed,
The yellow stone-crop, suffered to take root
Along the window's edge, profusely grew,
Blinding the lower panes.
“The Ruined Cottage” – William Wordsworth
My Dear Guests,
I wish we could all go back a little ways in time (to 2006 I do believe) and see this cottage as it was in the picture above. The description of the photo reads:
“The roof is now green metal ... and I don't think it's inhabited any more. The wooden walls are also green, but coloured by nature.”Here is the cottage with its renovations
God Bless,
Alice
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