Have I mentioned that I am extremely grateful for my house? I am. But, why am I grateful for this particular house?
Partly because of this bit of stained glass in my front door. When I walked through the big, slightly overgrown garden to look at the tiny cottage house I now call home, the first thing I spotted was this bit of glass. Normally I’m not a big fan of stained glass or roses but it immediately reminded me of one of my favorite books. This was my rose cottage where I could grow into whatever I was supposed to be from now on. That’s how I knew magic could happen here.
I wasn’t wrong.