Passing this house a few times a year, my heart always melts.
Wondering who lived there.
What did it look like years ago?
Who owns it now?
This time I could NOT help myself.
I had to stop.
I didn't see any "no trespassing" signs and was feeling a bit brave.
So not my norm.
If you know me...
I am no rule breaker nor am I ever brave!
But something about this house just had a hold on me.
It made me feel sad and giddy all at the same time.
I wanted to slip wheels under her and drag her home.
As my courage started to build, I stepped closer.
Only to find hidden treasures everywhere!!!
Did the owners know just what a treasure trove this sweet pile of rubble was?
Can you spot a few?
The table just jumped right at me.
then when you look closer there is another table painted in the sweetest chippy blue.
Do you see it?
Oh have mercy!!
Do you see the old bird cage stand?
I have one just like it.
Paid way too much for it too.
Peeping inside the windows, this cottage was like the sunken Titanic,
old dishes to die for and old furniture that just begged for attention.
I took a deep breath and let it go.
I walked away almost as if I were at a puppy pound with a thousand sad puppy eyes searing my heart.
I walked away.
Hoping one day, that someone would love it as much as me.