The morning light shines through our picture window turning everything to gold.
I miss many things about our old house in Bradford, Vermont. I miss the wide pine floors. The small details. The tiny hallway between the kitchen and dining room. I placed wrought iron candleholders on both sides to create a warm transition between the rooms. I miss the foyer and stairway leading up to the second floor with its lovely built-ins. My books live in boxes now in our basement. (But now we have a basement dry enough to store things in!) Oh, the way everything bloomed at once on Mother’s Day! I miss its vintage charm, and how well-suited it was for holiday decorating.
Alas, we moved. There are some wonderful things about our current home, too. One built in the 80s with more flat surfaces and square angles than charm, but a good school district, a great neighborhood for trick-or-treating, a dry basement, and easy maintenance—a necessity for busy lives.
What I love about our new home is the large picture window, and how the morning light flows through, turning everything to gold.
I couldn’t resist my urge to capture a bit of this morning glow. It adds festive cheer and nostalgia to all it touches.
Pictured below is the beautiful gingerbread house we assembled. The temptation of sampling the house is real, while she inspects her work.
Shadows dance on the wall opposite the picture window.
I made several attempts while standing on my tip-toes to center the sun perfectly behind this angel ornament. Yes, that is the rising sun through our window.
My daughter is obsessed with this tiny star ornament. She loves to take and replace the ornaments around the tree, and I often find her small toys and figurines hidden away, nestled in the boughs.
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