There’s no furniture on the porch. There’s a plastic owl oddly perched on the rail. The mailbox is weird. The window pane on the left is broken. Those are (temporary) paper shades in the windows. The paint is peeling…and ugly. Those address numbers have got to go. The lattice work on the porch is doing anything but working. There are so many things that need to be helped, that need to be loved back to life.

But it’s warm inside. And glowing. And cozy. And comfortable. And home.

Cottage is home. This is Cottage.