Рет қаралды 952
The Little Grey Stone House, a whimsical vision nestled deep within a whispering wood, seemed to have sprung from the pages of a forgotten fairy tale. Built from weathered gray stone, its pointed A-frame roof, crowned with a scattering of lichen, looked as if it had been lifted from the pages of a storybook and gently placed amongst the ancient trees. Two round windows, like luminous eyes peering out from the depths of the forest, flickered from the front, one beside a rickety wooden door, the other at the very apex of the A-frame, both adorned with whimsical planter boxes overflowing with a riot of fresh herbs and fragrant flowers.