A rhythm of home
When I was a young woman and was raising a family in a house that we had just bought, my mum gave me this piece of advice about homemaking that I’ve never forgotten.
First she said, “Live in a home that has plenty of natural light and cover it up as little as possible.”
Then she said, “Pay attention to the first thing you see when you open the door into your home.
It should be something pleasant.”
We live in a quite small apartment on the second floor just above the quite small apartment where my 85 year old mother lives on the first floor. We have one window in the living room and a windowed door which leads into the back garden.
Our home faces east and the window is at the front of the house. The harbour is just at the bottom of the narrow, winding lane and when the sun rises over the Atlantic it gleams in through the window and slowly fills the room with a faerie-land of natural light.
One of my very favourite things is to glance up from my morning tea to see the living room bathed in morning sunlight...so full of promise.