moss cottage is having all of her original 1925 windows replaced and i couldn't be happier. although i am dreading the next week of upheaval and chaos that work crews can bring.
these old windows been in a state of sad disrepair ever since i moved in a dozen years ago. latches that don't latch, cracked sills, windows that don't close all the way, outside frames peppered with holes.
a local window/glass shop just a block away is doing the work. every single window and one slider are being replaced. everything goes except for one french window in my art room. good sturdy windows that open and close easily. now shiny panes of glass to reflect the sky and trees.
a couple of weeks ago all of the outside frames were replaced with redwood. new wood. new windows. awning & casement style!
every time i make a repair or finish a big house project that i've been dreaming of and planning for a long time i imagine the heart of moss cottage exhaling and going,
"ahhhhhhhhhh. yes. thank you. thank you."
mark twain wrote the words below about his house. and i've always considered them the poem of moss cottage.
To us, our house was not insentient matter
it had a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with;
and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies;
it was of us, and we were in the peace of its benediction.
We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome
and we could not enter it unmoved.
looking out the bathroom window this morning i saw the big yellow moon sinking into the fog.
a glowing portent i like to think of things to come!