In Harmony nearly all of our books were on built-in shelves, so we are severely short of bookcases here at the cottage. But after a weekend of rearrangement, Tom managed to delegate two of them to the dining room, and here is the first batch of books, in disordered splendor. The flowers in the vase are purple hyacinths, not fully open. The color of the walls is Sunny Verandah. The trim is On the Rocks. The floor never got refinished but it could look worse. The cherry table was a wedding present. The chairs have weathered the vicissitudes of a family of boys. The books (left) are mostly Trollope through Updike, with some Faulkner and Wright and Woolf and Wilder mixed in. The books (right) are mostly Tom's art and photography books, with some bird and mushroom guides mixed in. The lamp is old hospital lighting and it came from a junk shop and Tom painted it red. This house will take forever to unpack, given that we seem to possess all the wrong furniture. Perhaps I should start decorating the cardboard boxes.