If I could I would sleep in a room with a wall of windows.
The bedroom in our 1840 farmhouse has four windows, graduating in size from one double-hung window to a single sash window, to two small kneeling windows.
A while back I moved our bed so when I woke up in the morning I’d only have to turn my head to look out one of those small windows. Today when I did I saw Socks, framed by the leaves of the big maple outside my studio, grazing in the cool morning.
Maria, I love SOCKS. Thank you for giving the donkey, the chickens, sheep, such a wonderful home.
I very much understand this, Maria. I’m the same way. We have a window on either side of our bed. I leave my shade up 3/4 of the way with a purple sheer over the window. I just love to let the light wake me and to look out the window to see my wren birdhouses and part of my gardens. It’s a connecting back to the earth after a night of dreaming.
That’s a really nice way of thinking about it Barb. Like connecting back to the earth. I never thought of that, but I will now.
I looked at this photo for the longest time trying to see a pair of your colorful socks. Duh! It finally hit me that Socks is a sheep.
Beautiful photo.
HA! Antoinette, I love that.