Friday, December 24, 2010

in the morning at the birdhouse

I've always been content with mornings. I could happily sleep in, but there is something magical about the morning light filtering into a bedroom.

At the Birdhouse, I luckily had a window that faced East(it is so odd using the past tense, but it's true. As of tonight, I no longer reside at the Birdhouse.)

I loved my mornings waking up there.
They looked somewhat like this:


Kate said...

pretty pretty house.

Keeper of the Skies Wife said...

That wall of photos/nicknacks was my favorite in your room on Prince street. I know you loved that house...good memories of your first few years after leaving home. I love you, birdie!