Blaise Rustic Cottage

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

Nevertheless, it is still very beautiful. There are so many details to be seen.

All photos of the cottage are by crabchick on flickr.
God Bless,
Alice

Little Red Riding Hood

Music: George Fenton - The Company of Wolves soundtrack ♬
Mood: Bashful

Little girls, this seems to say, never stop upon your way,
never trust a stranger friend, no-one knows how it will end.
As you're pretty, so be wise. Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Now, as then, it's simple truth, sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.

Rosaleen, The Company of Wolves (1984)

I’ve seen these photos floating about tumblr for so long; it’s nice to finally know who to give credit to. These come from Rocio Montoya on flickr.

Stay Spooky,