This was my favorite summer cottage in Maine. Like the ultimate playhouse, it has so many of the surface elements that I love packed into one camp house: cedar shingles, blue-green paint, texture/detail, trellises and ivy, big inviting windows, a little arch going on, slightly overgrown landscape, and a porch you can actually sit and relax on.
Our home isn’t so quaint on the surface. It’s plain, with only the plants I brought with me and divided as further outer adornments. But when I open the front door, I feel like the embellishments are inside-out.
Our little hideaway is on a forgotten street of old houses and even older trees. Up on piers, we celebrate here, laugh here, settle our disputes, and pile up on the couch together, surrounded by the memories we make.