We have left the traffic and the noise and the jumbo jet world to come home to our quiet little house for an interlude.
But we have brought home the Seattle sky.
It's still a comfort to return to rooms with things left just as you placed them as though waiting for your return.
Fling open the damper, strike a match, and the rooms spring to life.
The filtered light has been a welcome visitor this season.
Casting all familiar in ethereal glow.
A ticking clock and popping logs the only background music. . . .
There was a copy of The New Eighteenth Century Home waiting on the doorstep. Now what better welcome could I ask for?
Hope you're getting time out too!
Ciao! for now!