It’s not “little.” We prefer “cozy.” It’s not a “cabin.” We prefer “cottage.” And due to a delightful configuration of circumstances, it is our “home.”
We still have the condo as our primary residence, but the cottage is home every chance we get.
Our long-term plan is to live simply and well, and a smaller residence in a beautiful setting was key. Two years of driving around appealing neighborhoods had been frustrating and fruitless. Too big. Too expensive. Too fancy. Too far. Too crowded. Too new.
We like older homes, enjoying their charm and craftsmanship and solid feel so, even though we considered building, we did not fully embrace that approach.
And then our friend Melinda found our home for us. She later admitted hesitancy, thinking the cottage wasn’t big enough, that Lisa and I couldn’t be interested in a two-bedroom, one bath house. But her hesitancy dissipated and she gave us the word. And when we drove down the narrow lane and saw the cozy white cottage nestled up against the mountain with deep woods on one side and a lovely meadow on the other, we were sure.
Now, every chance we get, we retreat to the beauty, peace, and tranquility of our cottage, where I can nap and write and nap some more and Lisa can attend to an array of established plantings while planning more.
Recently, a friend came by, looked around, and said, “You know, John, this is a special place.” I cannot argue with him.
So we’ve been blessed for sure. We thank God, and thank Melinda, too. Now it’s time for me to say, “Y’all come see us now, y’heah?”
The beer is plentiful and cold.