In the cosy cobbled streets of the quaint little village we've stumbled upon a humble home kept invitingly neat and tidy. Modestly adorned but obviously well maintained and cared for we stop to gaze and its white washed walls and lace curtain windows.
The old black kettle no longer used but faithful far too many years to discard now finds its home on the courtyard windowsill. Proudly planted with a pretty petunia it decorates the space with bright beauty. Who lovingly cares for it we wonder, remembering fond memories of visiting Grandma's garden and enjoying her afternoon tea's.