Over the weekend, L. and I cleaned out the end of the upstairs hallway, carting the blanket overspill to the thrift shop and finding new organized places for everything else.
In a bold move, L. suggested removing the dark curtain that had been hung impromptu there, as a placeholder, 20 years ago. The result: a hallway of darkness has been illuminated into a hallway of light.
And, this morning, gave me a view of the six year old sugar maple in front of the house, and realization that the careful arborists at City Hall honoured our Georgian house, with its “symmetry and proportion based on the classical architecture of Greece and Rome,” by centring the tree on the house. Thank you.