We bought this house because of the location. In the previous renovation, I learned that there isn’t much point in worrying about the linoleum floor in the bathroom or the color of the kitchen cabinets (ew, honey oak). Every house is bound to have its design liabilities. What this house has, in spite of those, is open space on two sides of the lot—a creek with willows on one side, and a large park with two ponds on the other. It’s like having grounds without having to worry about mowing them. Although, given the summer we’e had, watering has been a much larger concern than mowing. We still can’t find the charger for our electric lawnmower, but the grass hasn’t really grown at all since we moved in.
The two-story, vaulted wall that runs along the main living spaces in the house only has one window–really, it’s three windows, running from the base of the landing up to almost the peak of the ceiling. The cats often perch on the sill of the lowest window to look out into the park; I’ve been growing geraniums on the upper sill.
That little arched window is funny. There’s a matching one in our bedroom.
The geraniums were intended for our wedding reception. Instead, we took the mason jar arrangements from the afternoon tea down to the pub where the reception was held—really, my dad did, sneezing all the way from the pollen-laden blossoms. We were left with a surplus of white geraniums, several of which made the trip west with my mom (packed into garbage bags). Now they’re wintering in my window sill—things are settling in for fall. Someday soon, we’ll use the fireplace. I hope the doves have moved out of our chimney—the hoohooing seems to have ceased, at least.