This summer we are not venturing far from home.
This is my little place to escape. Sunlight flickers through the trees, the romantic songs of birds sarenading, soothing sound of leaves rustling in the breeze, the fragrance of the forest fills my senses overflowing! It feels like we have a little cottage in the woods, my summer place.
In German, we call it Gartenzimmer (garden room). It’s also called a Florida room, screens all around to keep out the mosquitos and little creatures from wandering in. A roof so it’s shady and we can enjoy being in here even when it rains. I love a rainy night!
It’s our summer place for living and entertaining. We also call it our treehouse since our house is on a hill, it’s like being three stories high: overlooking our garden below, a great view of the forest and the woodland creatures.
The white wicker furniture is second-hand, as is most everything in this space. I often admire some of the modern garden furniture I see in stores, but I love the old-fashioned charm of this timeless style.
We start the day off with having breakfast at our bistro table (second-hand bought on Kijiji). The Paris scene on the chairs is perfect for our Paris theme. Most of the decor is from garage sales, thrift shops and flea markets. I change things around from time to time.
I have two different sets of wild rose dishes: one set made in California from the ’50s (purchased at an antique store) and the other set made in Germany by Villeroy and Boch (which my cousin Marion gave me my first few pieces and since then I have collected them on eBay).
A relaxing place to read and enjoy meals. I decorate with flowers, candles and mini lights. The evenings here are magical and romantic. A wonderful space to chill and we don’t even need to drive anywhere!
I grew up with this song echoing through the house. My mom’s record collection of love songs filled the air every day of my childhood! A song brings back a myriad of memories and music evokes emotions that makes my heart dance with joy!
Is it any wonder that I am an old-fashioned romantic? I would dance around the house and imagine life with a prince!
Here is the version my mom played so often …
Sometimes you don’t need to go anywhere. Just be thankful you have a home. Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home!