Walk through the village

A few days ago I enjoyed a walk through a village at the foot of the mountain. The sun broke through the clouds and dissolved the last snow. The air was still cold.
I was attracted to the old houses I encountered on the way.

Look at this one. The first thing that attracted me was the intense yellow and green color of the window frames and the green door on the brown and white wooden surface. The green details completely refreshed the look of the entire façade. Without them it would be just another house in a row with a large black wooden front door on the ground floor.
The intensity of the color and overall appearance was emphasized by the white snow in the yard and on the roof.

Sometimes only little color or detail was enough to change the whole look, to make something attractive from an unattractive thing. Would I even consider stopping in front of it if the green doors weren't screaming from the facade and the green and yellow window frames hadn't made the little house special and interesting.

I continued walking along the road that I have been through many times. On the side of the road, I saw underbrush and a hedge, which until then had never attracted my attention. That day I decided to stop and observe it from the other side. I got a real surprise.

It was someone's house, and it was completely overgrown with bushes. I was taken aback for a few seconds as I watched it. The only detail that betrayed that it was truly a home was the wooden door and the three stone steps leading to it.

I was wondering whether someone was visiting or living in this place. This question popped into my head as I noticed chopped firewood in front of the door.

Sometimes you have to look at things from another angle and then they get a completely different meaning.
Thus, the ordinary underbrush turned into a cottage house and a cottage in the attraction.

So, what do you think, does anyone really live here?