Between Seasons

We're on the threshold of ragged winter and the greening spring, and the light has changed in my rooms. I love the shorter nights. There's no going back now. . . .  I'm in a fever for spring

Until recently, my fireplace screen, made from a tin tile mounted on plywood, has been parked on a shelf for the winter to free up the hearth for fires. Now it's back where it belongs.

 

These days we're enjoying a mix of the rustic and the refined. Chippy and worn against smooth and shiny. Old and rusty on top of snowy white linen. Gilt frames and iron urns. It's a mixed up season. May as well go with it!

A few twinkle lights left up to glow in the heart of the house like a fire. . . .

A bouquet of shapely shells on the hearth.

I'm feeling madder than a March hare. In February. But that's been the way this year has gone. I'm off to do some leaping around. After all, it's leap year too!

I hope your week is smashing!

Jacqueline

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