Windows, like eyes, see in and out, offer changing views, weather news, a glimpse into and beyond right here and now, always inviting me to linger.

Gossamer Morning

What my windows look like from the inside is as important to me as what I look out upon, though only some of what is out there is mine to manage, and in winter it can appear pretty sad – yet – the underbrush I leave is habitat for birds and the dead leaves on the grounds provide nourishment and protection, so I let it be until spring greens nudge me into action.

foggy winter day

The fence behind this garden was built last fall when my neighbors also had an intrusive old Douglas Fir removed.  It had provided shade over this southeast corner of the house and grounds.  Knowing the sun will blaze into this window come summer, we are doing our research into solar shades.  Looking at and through samples is imperative – even so, it is hard to decide.  This will be preferable to the Venetian blinds that need replacing anyway.  I’m leaning toward the one on the right.

solar shades