Yesterday was a beautiful day for a hike or a walk, but I stayed home.After having lived in apartments for so long, almost any house would have been a relief. But in our 85-year-old wood-frame home, with its hardwood floors, built-ins and casement windows, we feel gratitude every day. Really. Every single day we are conscious of how fortunate we are to live here.
I did get some sunshine. Picked a bushel or two of clementines from the tree in the back yard.
There's no place like home, especially when the home sits directly on the earth.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Petrea. I feel blessed in such a way, too. There's a little bit of magic here.
ReplyDeleteJust lovely stuff, P, soft and dreamy. I hope we get to see some of the clementines and those lovely architectural details.
ReplyDeleteI love being home, too. So comfortable and familiar.
ReplyDeleteToday's photo is quite intriguing. A pear?
I'm jealous of you and your clementine tree!
It is kind of abstract, isn't it? I just loved the light.
ReplyDeleteChuck, this is a vase my mother made, probably about 40 years ago, by hollowing out a gourd. It's fragile and awkward and I love it. The table it sits on was made the year I was born by a craftsman in Lawrence, Kansas (the town I was born in). I wouldn't trade these items for a Fabergé egg.
Paula, more clementines? Well, okay, I can certainly take pictures of clementines. I must have eaten ten of them yesterday. The tree is the gift that keeps on giving.
Dina and Shell--your comments have opposite takes, yet I agree with you both. Feeling well-grounded allows for the magic.
A house is a country—a world. Ours is a universe of dark wood and leafy walls. Every room is another realm. The sun comes and goes on its fiery rounds. Its rays lance the dark and strike homely objects like planets. That's how I navigate our house: by the light on things. They guide me by shining. Your light is the warmest.
ReplyDeleteThat's because I've been soaking up your rays, sweetie.
ReplyDeleteMy first guess was White Kadota Fig.
ReplyDeletewhile you stayed home I was prancing around the subject of Mr J's panorama.
ReplyDeleteMay I say you are getting that camera of yours to do all sorts of cool things.
Wooden floors....bliss
I love your house, it's beautiful! I like those odd little hidden features too.
ReplyDeleteStill picking clementines? Wow.
ReplyDeleteIt's perfectly lovely to say inside some days.
Elegant abstract. I sense transitions.
ReplyDelete...and had a perfect day.
ReplyDeleteOutstanding photo to accompany it.
Love this and want to see some sill lifes with clementines!
ReplyDeleteI'll take a pic of a fig, why not?
ReplyDeleteThanks, PA, that's a true compliment, coming from you.
Yeah, Vanda, I imagine the bigger Craftsman homes are full of them, but we've got a couple of good little touches.
Amy, I'll be picking clementines for another month. Actually, I have to get crackin' or the squirrels are going to beat me to it.
Hiker. Maybe.
Almost, Tash, Almost. Thanks for the kind words.
Tomorrow, Virginia! More photos of Paris!
This post was refreshing. It's a good reminder to take a moment and reflect on all that we do have. Great way to start off the new year!
ReplyDeleteI'm a firm believer in the ability of gratitude to change not the physical circumstances but certainly my attitude about a particular problem. Not always easy however.
ReplyDeleteBut what I really wanted to say is that this is really a marvelous, magical photo.
Thanks, Natalie.
ReplyDeleteK, I think we can do a lot to create and/or change our circumstances. I'm glad you like the photo. I'm partial to it.
Your home sounds wonderful, a beautiful nourishing place. And I love the photo, especially after reading it's of a vase made by your mother.
ReplyDeleteI love John's description.
ReplyDeleteIt's my favorite place in the world, Ms. M.
ReplyDeleteI do, too, Dina.
Aren't homes like this blessings? I love to travel, but home is the best place in the world. My favorite destination.
ReplyDeleteI love that you chose to post this picture to represent the idea of home.
Oh my, that last comment of mine was riddled with grammar errors. Alas.
ReplyDeleteChristina, when one speaks kindly there are no grammatical errors.
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