Out on the sun porch with the woodstove listening to the redwing...

[dragonlady7]

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Out on the sun porch with the woodstove listening to the redwing blackbirds and getting blissed-oit by the sun switching back on all the dark spots in my brain that shut down for winter.

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[heartofoshun.livejournal.com]

Another great pic!!

[lenine2.livejournal.com]

I meant to comment on this when you posted. I want your sunporch and sunshine.

I remember you saying your folks' house is very old and that they did a lot of work on the house over the years. Is the sunporch original to the house?

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

I've been talking on here a lot about my sister's recently-purchased house, which was built in 1825; that one had a ton of work done and still needs more.
This one, my parents' house, was not so terribly old-- it dates from around 1905. But when they bought it, it had been derelict and abandoned, and had been heavily vandalized by about thirty years' worth of hoodlums. So my entire childhood was spent in a house they were steadily improving. There wasn't a kitchen floor until after my older sister learned to walk-- but when I was 13, I helped my father replace the temporary linoleum with a beautiful and expensive hardwood floor which is there now.
The sunporch was an early addition to the house, and was just basically a plywood shack lean-to. It was uninsulated, and used for my whole childhood for storage. Dad replaced the plywood walls gradually with salvaged double-sash windows, making it sunnier and sunnier, but it remained a storage shed. But the year I graduated high school, he ripped out the floor and put in a proper one, and they painted up the walls and bought a woodstove. So now it's a glorious sunshiney place to sit year-round, and means the living room hardly gets used.

It's the house I grew up in, but it's progressively more and more different from how it was when I grew up.