rambling cottage

Come sit here awhile

Take a stroll into my dream

Sit under the pergola

Hanging heavy with wisteria

 

Can you see the roses

Wild and carefree

Heavy with perfume

Teasing the window pane

 

Come lets run up the cobbled path

To the back stable type door

So so cosy looking

Overhung by vines and more

 

Mmmmmm smell that, delicious

My homemade bread cooking

Slip in awhile, sit at my pine table

We can chat over  a pot of tea

 

The bread is now ready, hot,

I will spread butter and then honey

What about some freshly baked?

Oat and raisin cookies, yummy

 

My Aga is recessed in the hearth

The kitchen is unique, nic naks

With little window panes

Framed with gingham curtains

 

Look look at my living room

Heavy Beams, open fire

Big chunky fur rug, get some coal

The flames are running low

 

Quick we must leave.

The latch on the front door

Has just gone, run, run !

One day, that will be me