Sweet Cottage Home

We trudge and trip along the slick, stony path Squishy moss covered rocks and roots propel our wet sandaled feet forward. Treacherous trail ends in a sun washed clearing Tall pines tower, solemn totems, encircling the idyllic patch of heaven in the woods. Warm, happy sunshine greets our cold, damp sandals now forgotten in the glory of arrival! The sweet, white cottage with perfect blue shutters, embracing the dusty, dirty panes of glass, like the warmth of my mother's arms. Solid fir plank door cheerful, red apple paint waits with iron latch, ready to welcome us in. Again and again..... years, decades, and generations of Miller's welcomed back to their sweet cottage home.