In the quiet of the early winter morning I wait for my ride outside my home. The view is of the bell tower of this neighborhood church.
The first summer that we lived here, we had no yard or landscaping, so I made the front porch my favorite perch and spent the summer reading Nine Tailors by Dorothy Sayers. It all tied together so well, since the victim in the story was found in a bell tower, struck down by the loud tolling bells.
It is such a sweet memory of those first days of life here, and that first perch has become my favorite place to read in summer, even though we now have a beautifully landscaped yard. Who wouldn't be happy with a view like this?