Jenna walked outside her farmers cottage, feeling summer’s early morning rays embrace her. Rustic brown in color, the house’s siding melded with the white paneled windows and light brown wooden roof. Stacks of firewood sat on the porch next to the house, fuel for the fireplace and chimney, which rose from the side of the house in a brown-reddish brick. It was a cozy house; the perfect idyllic country dwelling for a cozy person.
Peering out, Jenna smiled at her lush patches of blueberries and watermelon dotting the farm. A couple of small ponds nestled themselves amongst the bushes, with assorted fruit trees lining the edges of the property. Near a path leading into town, a greenhouse held precious ancient berry bushes and out of season flora. These were her most prized plants and she maintained them as such. Well-trimmed, the leaves and stems seemed to dance in the morning light. Many chests also arranged themselves along the walls of the greenhouse, providing easy access to fertilizer and gardening tools. To the left of the building sat two red barns, from which baa’s and moo’s could be heard, intermittent pleas for breakfast and water.