Counting my blessings

Good morning from Maryland on this beautiful Thursday. I realized I hadn’t written for several days, and today have off from work due to an appointment for my husband later on in Baltimore. I had planned on sleeping in but my work cell rang at 7 this morning. It was a parent from school who told me that his daughter was sick and she’d be needing her homework.

So much for sleeping in. The cell is only for parents to use in an emergency but that’s ok because lately we’ve been having difficulty with our phone system at school. So far I’ve had two calls from parents this morning.

Because I can’t write a post without images, I picked up the camera and walked around in my slippers, snapping a few shots. I was too lazy to change the lens, so these images were all shot with the 50mm which I rarely use anymore. I like my 50mm.

 

The main foyer – I am standing with the front door at my back and facing the door that leads to the little back patio. We never use the front door, preferring the mud-room entrance at the other end of the house.

 

Turning to the right and looking into the room we use as our living room. I’m sure it was a library at some point in history, a den at another point, but now it’s our living room. It was built in 1810 as an addition to the main house which was built in 1769. The fireplace would be nice to use, but it needs to be re-lined and we’re just fine without it.

This is thrilling you no end, isn’t it?

* snort *

 

Walking out the front door and looking to the west for a view of the hickory tree and the yard beyond.

 

The black locust stand with the old outdoor fireplace at the base. These trees are incredibly old and very very high. My husband uncovered the fireplace remains in 2010 but it’s hard to keep the vines off of it. I wrote about his discovery:

Hidden Treasures

 

A lone morning glory on the azalea bush out front on this chilly September morning.

 

Looking toward the east and catching the first rays of the sun.

 

Catching my husband on his walk. I don’t see George although I’m sure he’s close by. The leaves on the dogwood trees are beginning to turn colors.

 

And my favorite seat in the house.

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This morning, I plan on taking a walk with the dog and maybe doing a little knitting later on. I can hear our son upstairs with the vacuum and my husband is in the kitchen making me another cup of coffee. Each season is a gift and I always wonder, “will this be his last (autumn, summer, spring, winter)?” And he continues to surprise me and to surprise his doctors. And I count my blessings. This home and this property is one of many.