The sky is clear, this brisk icy day that
dawned with roofs scaled in silver-white
frost. Few light, billowing cloud wisps
waft across the great blue expanse of sky
to shield our home from the warming sun.
Without its glowing presence, this
large-windowed house in its northern
latitude feels as deserted of warmth
as a heritage-stuffed mausoleum.
A serendipitous concurrence of sun
and natural light, this house-cleaning day.
To entertain me as geared with tools of
housekeeping I flit about this place,
dusting, mopping, vacuuming, washing
oh-so-many floors. The work made
infinitely lighter by exposure to the
familiar endowments and embellishments
ornamenting our aesthetic vision and
utilitarian household needs.
Stained glass windows wink the sun's
passage throughout this home, where
the homeowner laboured to create colour
light and evanescent beauty. Paintings
festooning the walls bespeak a lifetime
dedicated to the delights of discovery
and budgeted acquisition. The comforts we
enjoy of a privileged and earned abode.
This has been our passion to pursue
and surround ourselves with a whimsical
yet classical presence reflecting the timeless
value of creativity, workmanship and
artistic expression. When the sun lights
this interior even the curatorial labour
dedicated to tidy comfort becomes easeful
and a delight to perform, as though engaged
in a weekly inventory protocol, brimming
with amazingly unanticipated gifts.
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