H is for...
House and Home; Home Sweet Home.
There are many, many things I like about my house -- mostly that it's "home," but that's not so easy to photograph. Though I think many of the photographs I've posted on the blog over the last couple of years -- the ones that show my house, whether intentional or otherwise -- also kind of show "home."
When DH and I moved to Wisconsin from Oregon back in late 1986, we rented a house while we looked for one to buy. I had seen "our house" driving around once, before he'd even arrived in the state (Katie & I flew, he drove with all our stuff), and crossed it off the list as being out of our price range -- without even checking to see what the price was. A few months later, we were looking at a house with a Realtor and, as most good realtors will do, he bought some info on similar properties in the same price range. Uh-huh, you know it... "our house" was one of them.
There's this funny little window in our bedroom that juts out at a 45-degree angle from the corner (that's one thing); and a cute porch with some Greek styling -- not original, but it's okay; a gorgeous, solid oak front door with beveled, oval glass (that's another thing -- a big thing); a creaky oak staircase (another thing) and an oak colonnade (a really, really big thing) -- and that's really as far as I needed to go! I knew this house would be ours.
We've done a lot of work over the past 19 years -- painting, rebuilding porches, rebuilding floors, more painting, roofing, gardening, more painting, and wallpapering and fixing and repairing and replacing and if you own a home, you know the lists goes on and it will never, ever stop. ; )