A rooftop view in autumn

First, I’d like to thank everyone who leaves a comment and visits this blog. When I began writing and sharing my photos (two years ago this Christmas), my goal was to have a place where people could come and feel peace and maybe share a laugh or two.

And from your comments, I realize that I have done that and it makes me glad. So thank you for your visits, your concern, your advice, your just plain wonderful comments, but most of all for your friendship.

Today I got home late. I promise I am not overdoing it, either. This afternoon, there came a point when I actually stopped what I was doing and realized, “hey, I feel better!” You said it would happen and it did. Then I went to the ladies room, washed my hands (again, because I had just handled money) and looked in the mirror. Damn, my roots needed help and my hair sure needed a cut. So back to my desk where I called my favorite salon (in Hoity-toity-ville, according to my co-worker, Rich) and tried to schedule an appointment for next week some time.

They didn’t have any appointments next week, and my stylist was booked through mid-November. But she DID have a cancellation at 5 PM today. So I grabbed it, hoping I could stay awake.

And I did. I felt very well. I got my hair cut and colored (sorry, no pics) and came home around 7:30 PM to a covered dinner plate that was still warm. I talked with my husband as I ate and he told me he was pretty bored today, but he did take a few photos.

All of the beautiful photographs you see here were taken by my husband, using our Nikon D80 with the 18-55 mm lens. He took them around magic hour, late in the afternoon when the sun was beginning its descent.

Many of you have noticed that the house has a widow’s walk on the top. When the section with the walk was built, in 1810, there was probably a pretty good view to the water. Of course, two hundred years later, there’s a lot of trees in the way now, but the view is still lovely. The original section (on the left) was built in 1769. We think that the little covered area you see where the sections meet was the original front entrance.

These were taken from the widow’s walk on the rooftop. The sky was dancing with clouds, turning the colors of the trees yellow, then gold.

I’m not fond of going up on the widow’s walk. It’s quite tricky getting up there, with a big step ladder on the third floor, and then placing your feet just so between the rafters of the roof. Freaks me out and I’ve only been up there once.

I told him how beautiful his photos were and that I wanted to use them for a post tomorrow. He said fine, but he didn’t take the photos, the dog did. “So don’t tell people I took the photos.” I just looked at him. He knows I’m telling people he took the photos.

We are truly blessed to live in this manor house on the hill with all its lovely trees. For everything that’s happened in our lives, we still have so much to be thankful for.

And we have each other.

And if that’s too mushy, well I can live with that.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .