Today, freezing rain pellets are being driven against my windows by a relentless, gusty wind. There have been some moments of loveliness, though, in this difficult, slow spring.
This old house is not the greatest light-catcher, to my never-ending regret. I think I would be a much more successful, well-rounded person, if only I were surrounded by more light. The window-wells here are deep, and the place was built to exclude the elements, not let them in. But a few mornings ago, I came downstairs to find the kitchen table in such a pretty, peaceful morning light, I just had to take some photos.