The Cottage

We went with them to the cottage which seemed to be very old. We have met some good friends after a long time so we decided to help them.

We went inside. The house was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the walls were the photographs of children, so obviously so loved. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns and the walls were the greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, it's grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine it was nature's art, something that soothed right to the soul. It was clear and cool outside the small cottage in the middle of a possessed jungle .The cottage was vacant and the windows boarded up for the winter. The bedroom in the cottage was chilly with the door to the living room closed . We went upstairs . The old roof had protected the house over the ages and would do so for