This little house seems to remember every autumn. Its wooden walls tell stories of rain and wind, and the little tree by the porch is the only friend who has never left it. The fence has not been level for many years, but perfection has never been needed here. Only silence, falling leaves and the scent of wild berries picked on the way to their cozy home. 🍂🪵🌧️
All images by Woodsymoss 💚












