I love my poor overgrown yard at the new house, where old established plants from a formal garden struggle to compete with the forest of baby maples and dandelions and four autumns of leaves from the giant maple trees that I cannot reach my arms around.
I love the violets there, small treasures in the deep leaves.
I love the way the white wood work gleams when you scrub it down. I'm scrubbing the walls and the woodwork and cleaning the windows one room at a time. It makes a huge difference.
I love the way the even sun shines through these windows in the library, making splashes of gold. One day, I'd like to replace the glass with stained glass, but that's one of those dreams that is waaaaay down the road. There will be no luxuries until the necessities are taken care of.
I love these lights.
One on each side of our door. The screen door has to go. It doesn't match the house. The steps need patched. The house needs painted, but Tim was delighted to see that beneath the peeling paint, the house is sided in cedar.
Competing for our attention, our house in the woods once again boasts a nest of baby robins. Even though baby birds are the ugliest thing known to mankind, I love them. I love that mama is so hardworking. I love that she has become so accustomed to us that I can stand and watch her as she goes about her business, flying back and forth to keep the demanding creatures fed.
I love this little grandbaby. He 'talks' now, and grins so big that he just wiggles all over. He find Tim fascinating, and stares and stares. When Tim speaks, he grins and wiggles.