It's been a rough work week, but every morning and evening I've found myself noticing, in the moment, the stretching of days and of light. I don't bother to turn all my lamps on these mornings when I'm getting ready. And, when I'm walking home in the evening, the sun is setting at the west end of St Clair and I walk into it, like some cowboy, looking at its glowing cast on the melting snow.
There's change in the air too and hopefully some for me too. I can feel it rustling in the ground and hear it in the honk of newly-arrived geese. This morning, I lay in bed for a few minutes feeling what was different, and it was birdsong.
I find myself wanting to decorate more than anything right now. I've been looking at sample cards thinking of bold colours for my kitchen. And because I didn't do it last weekend, I might hang up those new drapes this weekend and fill my place with flowers and fuss over some little arrangements until I get them just so.
Stephanie posted a wallpaper company I'm in now love with (via Katy) and a couple of weeks ago Remodelista shared these Anna Atkins-inspired tiles. I thought this detail quite lovely too.
I've written and deleted my next paragraph three times. I'm going to take that as a sign that I'm not ready to say what I was starting to say, which was something vaguely about wanting to get a grip on myself and my life right now. Maybe it's time to do something brave.
Have a good weekend, friends!