The Good Husband and I have hung the Roman blinds. French ticking elegant at the windows.
The patio door open to the sound of robins in the nearby dogwood tree. The room is painted the colour of sunshine. The colour of joy. All year will will have the colors of summer.
The last of voluptuous, pink peonies fills the room with intoxicating fragrance.
I’ve painted a little wine table and placed it between two much-loved ancient wicker chairs. They were my aunt’s. They are more than one hundred years of memories.
Mirrors and windows polished. Pillows plumped. Beloved family photographs in place. I think this is the happiest room in my world.