Ceilings

Wow, Lara!  After reading your last post, I wonder if maybe you and I could be opposite yet still very much alike!  I LOVE house guests who visit and stay up late talking and hanging out while I go about my activities!  I love tiny spaces!  In fact, one of my favorite vacation moments was squeezing through a tunnel in the base of a giant redwood tree, and finding myself inside a tiny damp wooden room.  And when we first drove into our neighborhood (while house hunting), I told my husband that I didn't care what the house looked like, I wanted to live in this neighborhood.  Huge sky-blocking cedars, a narrow one-lane dead-end road, it is as close as reasonably possible to living inside that giant redwood.

Earlier this week, I visited a neighbor in the evening, and was surprised by how bright the moon and stars seemed to be in her front yard.  As I was leaving, she pointed out that she had just taken down the giant cedar in the front yard, which explained why I could see the sky.  This tree was one of my favorites in the neighborhood, a tree that had its own rock wall built around it.  In exchange for this tree, however, my neighbor now has a new patch of sunlight, a rare treat in this neighborhood.