Our new house has a sunroom just off the kitchen. This room was, to me, an added bonus but not one of the reasons I fell in love with the house. Until we moved in.
The sunroom quickly became my favorite place to be. The walls are lined with windows and offer the most beautiful views of our landscaped yard. We purchased a small couch, some chairs, and a beautiful sewing-table-turned-writing-desk, and now the room beckons us to come have a sit. Maddie and Katie play happily in the sunroom while I work in the kitchen preparing our meals. Jerome and I read the Sunday morning paper, letting the sun warm us up for the day ahead. I have yet to sit at my writing desk, but I know when I do the words will come. The room, the views, the windows, the sun… to be in there is just good for your soul. It really is a beautiful room.
Unfortunately, this beautiful room has no insulation in the walls which made for a very cold winter. So cold, in fact, it has been unofficially closed since December. We shut the patio door leading from the kitchen to the sunroom, and we have only opened it when necessary: to retrieve a forgotten toy or a lost book. Our beautiful sunroom has been literally freezing for months.
Yesterday, the temperatures in Chicago rose to a balmy 40 degrees. Jackets came off, mittens lay discarded on laundry room floors, and sunroom doors were opened. Instantly, I fell back in love. All is well with my soul, I thought, as I watched Katie play contentedly on the floor. All is well.