Have you ever had a vision of creating something fantastic and the final outcome only registered a “blah”? That’s precisely what happened when I bought my house in 2001. I had just sold my townhouse because I had a dream of living in at least my version of an English Cottage Garden oasis and 300 square feet of outdoor space wasn’t going to cut it.
I needed something larger, something that would allow me to realize my vision of what a garden that was situated in the Cotswolds would look like. Except, the location would end up being in a sleepy little town in North West Georgia. I can’t say exactly what drew me to a little blue and white cottage but I knew that I wanted to buy it even before the realtor pulled up to the driveway.
It met all of my requirements: It had a basement, a deck and a front porch. The deal breaker would always be the porch. As a lifelong southerner, it was imperative that I had somewhere to sit and people watch. The best part is that it sat on one acre of land. The yard was mostly remnants of what could be termed as grass but you could tell that the former owner had tried to add her own touch to it at some point.READ MORE