This is my first spring living in a house that has stood for 205 springs. And while the majority of the days I have lived here so far have been spent rushing from one settling-in activity to another, today I’m working quietly in my office, breaking every now and then to wonder about the people who may have worked quietly in this space before me. Did they love rainy days, squirreled up here above the yard, working in the warm glow of a lamp? Did they gaze out over the back yard and dream of summer vegetables? Spy on a robin’s nest tucked under that perfect old front eave?
I wonder how many baby robins have hatched outside this old window …