One of many favourite things about this little white farmhouse is the light. On sunny days, the light starts dancing its way through with the first slivers peeking through the dining room windows. Midday, it's reflected and bounced around these white walls so every corner is illuminated. With snow covering everything outside, it's amplified even more. I actually washed dishes wearing sunglasses the other day - happy as a clam and soaking up the sun. When the leaves are out on the row of chestnuts out front and the snow has been replaced with gorgeous green grass, everything will take on slightly different hues, and I love those subtle shifts that make up the rhythms of the year.
This was all very deliberate. With the extent of the renovations (essentially gutting the whole house) we had the luxury of taking out walls here and there and opening the space up, and I was daydreaming about how lovely the light would be here or there at different times of day well before the first wall came down. And I'm so happy with the results.
Speaking of light, the clocks go ahead this weekend! I am so very, very excited about evening light, even if it does interfere (which it will) with sleep patterns for a little while.
I hung a little prism (from a broken Christmas ornament, oddly enough) in the south dining room window. It's one silly little thing that I've done which I delight in on every sunny day as rainbows move around the room. (That's Thomas' police car in its parking space.)