TCS: A Cottage in The Land of Heart’s Desire

 . Good Morning!

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Welcome to The Coffee Shop, just for you early risers on Monday mornings.
This is an Open Thread forum, so if you have an off-topic opinion burning
a hole in your brainpan, feel free to add a comment.

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Land of Heart’s Desire,
Where beauty has no ebb,
decay no flood,
But joy is wisdom,
Time an endless song.
I kiss you and the world begins to fade.

— William Butler Yeats

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April is National Poetry Month!

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Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house!
Let me have all the freedom I have lost;
Work when I will and idle when I will!
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.

— from The Land of Heart’s Desire
. . by William Butler Yeats

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The best getaways are the ones where we get a chance to live really differently than we do in our everyday life. For some, that means speeding up and taking chances, and for others, it means slowing down and delving deeper.

I often feel like Goldilocks when I look at houses. Tiny houses are too small.  Mansions are too big.

But the Cob Cottage seems not too small, not too big, but just right. At 800 square feet, this little house gives you a little more breathing room than a true tiny house, and it’s loaded with fairy tale charm. While it doesn’t seem like a forever home to me because of its location, as an enchanted get-away-from-it-all, it makes my blood pressure drop just looking at it.

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Apologies for the subtitles — This was the only narrated video
I could find on this small house.

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What’s your idea of the perfect getaway?

And if you have a favorite poem, please share it!

About wordcloud9

Nona Blyth Cloud has lived and worked in the Los Angeles area for the past 50 years, spending much of that time commuting on the 405 Freeway. After Hollywood failed to appreciate her genius for acting and directing, she began a second career managing non-profits, from which she has retired. Nona has now resumed writing whatever comes into her head, instead of reports and pleas for funding. She lives in a small house overrun by books with her wonderful husband.
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