Clover House

Perched at the edge where forest kisses shore, Clover House is a hushed retreat—a salt-kissed sanctuary where time lingers, and light moves like a story across the walls. A study in restraint and warmth, this seaside cottage honors the imperfect beauty of natural aging, the hum of solitude, and the rituals of everyday life.

Step through the narrow entry and you’re greeted by hand-built cabinetry, original paneling, and a lived-in palette of driftwood whites and sunbaked umbers. The bones of the home whisper of another era—when life was slower, and rooms were shaped by need, not trend.

The main living space opens like a shell to the sea breeze, where windows frame the horizon in wide stillness. Sand and water are never far—just outside, a weathered path leads to tide pools and foam-lined coves.

In the bedrooms, flax linen catches the late afternoon glow. Built-ins are practical, charming, essential. There’s a quiet steadiness to the house, softened by worn edges, salty air, and the soft thud of waves at night.

The bath is simple but sacred—an old basin, a patinated mirror, and a rhythm of light that makes even hand washing feel like ceremony.

Clover House is not just a renovation; it’s a remembering. A tender restoration of story, space, and soul. Every detail is a bow to the elements—wind-warped wood, salt-rusted fixtures, and the beauty of things left unvarnished.