This time of year, I am so aware of the light that enters our house and lands on the floor, our children's heads and on anything else for that matter. I think it's because sunlight is vital to comfort as the days grow colder at our house. Our house is old. Almost 120 years old. The thermostat is in the living room and in the winter we set that thermostat to 67 or 68 degrees. Toasty, no? Our kitchen, where I spend much of my time and therefore our children do as well, is in the opposite corner of the house from our living room. When the living room thermostat reads 67 degrees, the (indoor) kitchen thermometer often reads 52 degrees. Even less, if it's a cold and windy day.
What can make a huge difference is whether or not it's sunny outside. If it is, sunlight streams in the kitchen through the four windows (all new, the problem is not the windows) and it's significantly warmer. On the cloudy days, a space heater is required. All that to say, I love the light this time of year. It's not yet freezing outside, but when I see those rays of light I feel warmed. Warm and thankful for this house. Charm and all.
Photos (in order): seed heads from flowers outside, windowsill at my kitchen sink, Sam's cup on dining room table, dining room chair and floor, last few green tomatoes ripening on the counter, shoebox with shadow of wreath at the back door, our office where I pay bills and blog with Miriam often watching from cradle (orange balls from my sister's wedding).