All though my house and not a creature is stirring…its 10pm the last weekend of summer and my husband and five year old daughter are both sound asleep. Surely visions of backpacks and pencils dance through her head and as far as my husband goes….who knows. I am awake and writing my first ever blog post. At the urging of said husband, I am starting a blog about living, loving, decorating, cooking and all things ‘house’. Full disclosure; I didn’t really even know what a blog was a year ago or why anyone would have one or want to read one. Maybe I still don’t understand. What I do know is that I am often inspired and why shouldn’t inspiration be shared. So here we go…..
I love when a house glows from the inside. Telling its story into the night.
The story of my summer hydrangeas is a complicated one. In my neck of the woods nobody’s hydrangeas have looked good in years. One year we had an early frost, another year an early spring snow storm and then the icicle incident (my husband knocked all the icicles off the porch onto my hydrangea bushes.) All the trials and tribulations of gardening becomes so worth it with the beauty of a bloom.
And what could be better than that color of blue?
All Through My House 