We have our screen door, and it could not be nicer. The front door has been open all day, and the house feels cool, fresh. Cats are in, flies are out. Like the job we completed with our porch, enclosing it with screens and a roof, this improvement has been long anticipated, and wholly welcome.
Swept, dusted, sorted. A fresh appearance for our entry. It's an obvious thing, and yet a novel experience... that things and spaces need reviving, sprucing, sorting, some things passed along, or tossed, others perked up. In all my life these sort of chores happened when it was time to move, again. Funny what we learn, really comprehend, when we stay in one place. It's a happy, and odd, discovery, that I am eager to become better acquainted with.
Here is Max's pull! He made it in school, as a part of his lessons in blacksmithing and forging. I loved the piece so much, I kept it in my basket of good and necessary bits, hoping I would discover its true purpose. And here, we have it! It feels like a real treasure, both the object and all it means to me... our son, his skills, the school we love and admire, our time here, our home, belonging, staying.
Ideas, plans, hopes, dreams, wishes, even the annoyances, and frustrations... all of it has been good, one way or another. From our first broken window, to this moment, when I feel as happy to be here as ever, I am so thankful to be home.