I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way bare winter suddenly suddenly was changed to spring. (Percy Shelly)
My Simpatico friend phoned to say her greenhouse was adrift with Calla lilies and would I like to come and pick some flowers. The afternoon was gray and the wind bone-chilling as only a wind from the ocean can be. I walked into summer. The heady fragrance of orange, lemon and lime trees beckoned from one corner. And then the lilies waved. Pots and pots of Calla lilies swaying, swaying. Oh joy. Oh rapture. Fresh flowers for our home.
A house has needs. Every house needs soul. Every home needs atmosphere. Every house needs peace.
A house has needs. Every house needs books. They let you know who lives there. Every home needs hand painted finishes – brush strokes on walls and wood. And of course at least one antique light fixture.
Everything shouldn’t be out of the box. Blue and white porcelain. Wallpaper. It gives a room a past. Every house needs sparkle and a lot of cook books.
And music, what ever you love. It adds romance. And flowers in every room.
All the time
Every home needs soul. Every home needs atmosphere. Every home needs peace.