As spring nears and the snow is finally melting here in northern New England, I find myself gazing out the window at our tea house. What is it about a separate “room” unto itself sitting in the middle of a woodland garden that beckons? Gee…I wonder!
Are you beginning to understand why this separate room in the woods calls to me?
Inside the tea house is space to use for yoga, tai chi, reading or doing nothing at all (the latter being my husband’s personal favorite). Notice my dog, Deacon, prefers to stare out the sliding doors at the brook.
As I stand at my window now that winter has past and spring is just around the corner, it’s no wonder I gaze longingly toward the tea house. I CAN NOT WAIT to get out there!