Snow White cottage

We went by to see the little white cottage again on the day when all the snows came down from the mountains and took possession of the lowlands for a whole day and its night… 

I could had not loved it more then… buried as it was in all the purity and freshness of snow; under a clear blue sky with glorious shades of pink and gold near the morning horizon. 

It was bitterly cold that morning, and spring seemed a long way off. Yet, I felt warm inside me and happy and silly as can be as I went around and about taking notes with my eyes and mind fully immersed in my surroundings. 

The lot where the little white cottage is situated lays at the bottom of a hillside, and thus, when you drive down the hill the first thing you’d see is the house surrounded by big trees, like some fairytale little cottage in a clearing among the big trees of some enchanted forest. 

We know that houses at the bottom of a hill are more prone to flooding than houses at the top of a hill. But we don't have a basement, and the ditch (my little creek) which runs through our backyard and throughout the whole neighborhood is there to channel water and direct floods away from homes and outbuildings. So hopefully we should be safe in that aspect.

We get the keys to our little white cottage this coming Monday.  No time to waste.  But first things first... a landscaping company will be there too to begin right away with the removing of trees and stumps and the cleaning and opening up of the area of what's to be the garden.  I'm excited!