It's That Time of Year....

Yep, it was time to shelve the warm red flannel sheets and the even cosier flowered-flannel-covered down comforter in favor of our summer bedding. Now white sheets and a Land's End quilt (yes, it's a queen-sized and a bit small), along with the blue afghan crocheted by Keith's late mother, grace our bed.

Keith built this bed especially for our attic bedroom; I asked him not to put a headboard on it so our view out the window of the trees and mountains would not be obstructed. He also built the three bookcases that line my side of the room, all of which are stuffed full of books that are now overflowing onto the floor and onto the top of the cases. The teddy bear is named Chaucer, a gift from my dear friend Diana during the time that I spent most of the summer in bed a few years ago.

I love our bedroom: my books and icons are nearby; the sun shines in and makes the room cheerful and light; the kids' artwork hangs on the walls; my favorite photos and beloved knickknacks are within sight; and best of all, the kids aren't allowed upstairs without special permission. So we actually have a little privacy, a room to escape from the war zone -- I mean, our dear, dear children.....