My mom's parents never had much in way of money and possessions. They were truly rich in love, laughter and appreciating simple things.
My grandpa cobbled onto this tiny cottage. It was heated with a wood stove.
Grandma cooked on a large wood cook stove until the last few years. The pies that came from that oven.....wow.
The little enclosed porch on the front held a bed topped with hand-made quilts. It had a tin roof so you could hear the rain. The old wooden screen doors slapped when closed. It was a place where any of their nine children, along with oodles of grands and great-grands could gather for good food and fun.
Maybe this little cottage is why I'm so enchanted with the idea of living in one - going back to simpler times?