Wednesday September 10, 2014

Part of our walk along the creek on Sunday took us past a white, clapboard cottage perched about 20 feet up a steep bank from the water.  Some of the charm came from the stone paths and walkways, and the little arched stone ‘troll’ bridges dotting the yard. The steps into the house were also formed from natural stone, and it was totally inviting!

The house itself seemed to smile and wink with all the windows and little nooks and crannies.  We took the steps down to the creek, which were made of solid stone blocks. The railing was painted green pipe that was the only thing between us and a hillside of undergrowth and tall spindly trees.

By the time we had walked all the paths, tramped over the bridges, peeked in the windows, sat on the wooden plank benches, and explored the outbuildings, we had composed several ‘what if’ stories – people who might have lived there, people who might haunt there, people who might like to stay there (us!). I hope to do some research and find out what it would take to sit in the cozy great room, with the floor to ceiling fireplace and the wooden staircase, and sip hot cocoa as the snow drifted down.  That, my friends, is to be determined!