Entryway

I love my entryway. It’s small. It’s simple. But what I like about it most is that when I look at it I think about how so much of me is tied up in it. Yes, I picked the bench, but I sewed the seat cushion. I made the little welcome cushion. I took the photo of the front of our house after I spent hours trimming the boxwoods. The branches in the corner came from the tulip tree in the backyard that up and died last summer. I cut those branches off the tree myself. They had a cinnamony smell that was released when I made the cuts. I’m going to continue through the house and try to make the little corners my own. It may not be magazine-worthy, but it will be all me.

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