Ugly houses

No matter how tired I felt yesterday in the afternoon when coming home from work, my decision was to go for a walk. Out, to fill my lungs with the bracing air and enjoy in the beauty of bright sun and the shadows which are made by the trees and dead plants. I like the screeching sound of the snow when I walk on it, although sometimes I can barely stand it. I slow my step when I see the deer or rabbit nearby. If I see a fox, I stand quietly even longer thinking what luck I had to even see one. It is beautiful outside when snow covers the landscape and the temperatures are more than 5 degrees C below zero. To get out of the fields and meadows, I have to pass an ugly house. I have traveled quite a lot but I have never seen so many ugly individual houses like I see them in my own country. Two or three storey houses, usually white, built to provide home for two families or more. Houses from the seventies and eighties. Today's houses are equally big, only their color is usually awful. It seems like the people compete with their neighbors: "I will have the biggest house, the most unusual and my color will be special, you will see!" I always wonder who cleans those huge houses. Employed women?
This is how I see the country where I live and I will give no excuse for my opinion. People from the beginning of the last century at least had some feeling for aesthetic; or were just so poor that they couldn't build such mansions like we can see them being built in the last 50 years or so.

My house is not beautiful, but at least I can say that it is not ugly (for me). Of course, if money grew on trees and if I had enough land to build on, my house would be one storey house with lots of place for storage. With big windows because I like the light. But this are wishes and dreams, probably never fulfiled. I still have lots of work to acomplish in my little light yellow house...