That’s a fairly accurate representation of the little ranch house my mom and I lived in for a decade. It had two big cedars in front and two in back, and a covered front porch which wasn’t good for much since it was walled in only on one side. This picture makes it look like it was at the bottom of a gently sloping hill. It was actually at the nexus of several not so gently sloping hills! I lived in what is called “a hollow,” a miniature valley on a mountain where the creeks converge. It was always very wet and very green but didn’t get as much sun as the other hill sides because of its location.
When I read about moors, heaths, cliffs, etc. in English literature, I imagine places a lot like this one, only flatter, and with fewer trees. Isolated and dank and close to the earth.