This is sort of related to yesterday's post, but deserves it's own glory. I love my bedroom window. Not just the window, but what that window gives me. (It's such a generous window. Okay, I'm kidding.)
Our bedroom window faces west, so in the mornings when the sun comes through (not in the dark dead of winter, ahem) it's a nice, soft light. Just outside our window, close to the house, is a flowering tree. I would tell you what kind of tree if I knew, but I don't. All I know is I love this tree. We can lie in bed and watch the birds hop from branch to branch, or watch the pretty pattern it makes through the blinds as the wind shuffles through the leaves. At certain times of the year, the sun is at the perfect angle in the morning to throw a fluttering shadow of all this on the opposite wall.
It's so relaxing to watch. Brian and I have commented about it to one another many times.
So today, and many days, that's what I'm grateful for.
2 comments:
I, too, love windows - except my kitchen window that looks out over our block wall.
I love windows. I hated looking out my bedroom window at our barren desert wasteland (aka backyard) until we got our trees. Now it makes me happy.
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