Sometimes I see a house that could be a home, a different and splendid home that leaves me agog with curiosity. A home that makes the mediocrity of living in a 'standard' house almost unbearable..
...the damp mossy smell to a garden soaked by early morning rain
...with the wild weather and views, a home that would be exhilarating
...not the ending but a beginning to that unreal dream
and this little one with its sweet private walled garden... afford me the delicious last moments of distraction. The vanity and joy of hope which forces me to suspend breath in delight.