quiet corners

Sometimes when my camera is out – usually on Wednesdays or Saturdays when it accompanies me to the garden – I take a photo or two around the house. When I scroll back through my photo folders I can see them – they tend to stand out from the garden photos. I’m not sure why I take them. I never do anything with them, they are just little digital markers of time or space or light. For some reason, after looking through my garden photos from yesterday, I uploaded these two images as well.

There’s no real story here, but the first one captures how I’m feeling every time I step foot into my bedroom these days. I keep wondering why I waited so long to clean up my act in there, but then I stop myself from wondering. I waited so long so that I would appreciate it THIS MUCH. And that is reason enough.

Our bedroom and E’s bedroom are on the north side of the house, and both get nice, even northern light all day long. F’s room faces south, but from her box bay in the back you can look west as well. She gets the colors of the evening sky as they bounce into the room and spotlight various corners. The kitchen is the same, although the light in there is more dappled. It’s my favorite light in the whole house, and I can’t wait until it’s spilling into the addition.

F loves to putter around in her room these days. She disappears for awhile and later we find Tinker Toy structures or a stack of watercolor paintings or mice friends all in a row. If you had to describe my children as young children, you might make a quick assumption that little E (who was so very, very shy) was the quiet child, while little F (who has no problem with drawing attention to herself) is the boisterous one. A bit of this is true, I guess, but not wholly so. F seeks out the quiet corners a lot these days, and seems happiest in those spaces. She orders them and arranges them just so, tidy in her habits, if not always in her emotions.