Honeysuckle

I lie on my big pewter bed, wrapped in the scent of honeysuckle. It drifts in through the open window, winds slowly in from the living room windows and gives my world a sort of fairytale quality. I can't believe I didn't notice it last year, it is so sweet. Perhaps that is because I slept in the big back bedroom until recently.

Now I have made the music room my bedroom, it is almost magical.

The greenery growing up over one window makes a tracery of delicate leaves and vines that allows the sun to filter in through a muted misty haze. The other window's semi-sheer curtains give me tiny glimpses of the brightly colored birds who like to sit on my fence and dart across the yard.

The sun comes up on this side of the house and the rain always patters against these windows. I feel connected to all the earth here.