When I first saw this house as a twelve-year-old girl, I knew we were meant for each other – a true “gingerbread house” at the end of a cul-de-sac, straight out of Hansel and Gretel, right on the edge of the forest. I never dared dream that this wish would one day come true. And yet it did. Years later, this character-filled home became mine.
That very first step across the threshold – the staircase hall, the high vaulted ceilings, the original floors, the spacious cellars and the vast walled garden with so much hidden potential – was love at first sight.
Over the years, the garden has grown into a true edible oasis: hardy kiwi, hazelnut, almond, walnut, cherry, apricot, peach, plum, Japanese wineberry, jostaberry, blackcurrant, raspberry, fig, strawberry, mulberry, rhubarb… and much more. Living here means enjoying fresh fruit from your own garden for most of the year.
Now, 32 years later, I pass this home on to you, its future residents, with the wisdom that comes with age and the enthusiasm of changing times. May it bring you as much happiness as it brought me.
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