My wide and I moved into out house twenty-five years ago today. On that day we placed small bouquets of white flowers in every room, and repeated this little ceremony today. This is the longest that either of us has lived in an address, and speaking for myself it is certainly the house that has come to feel like a proper “home.” I have become very identified with it. Time will come, of course, when we are both too old to sustain a place like this, but I do find it difficult to imagine a place in which, to the same degree, I feel that I belong.
One of he great assets of the place is the studio, and I was really appreciating this during the afternoon as I worked on a new project.