He wanted nothing rigid or forbidding about
the room. Between the two tall windows he'd set a huge, festive,
ornamental lemon tree in a brass pot. A gift from his parents. They
always knew what suited him best, he thought, smiling
as he trailed a fingertip over a glossy leaf.
He'd already arranged the seating area. A long, take-a-nap sofa
in cheerful blue, a pair of wide chairs, low tables that invited the
occupants to put up their feet and relax. Naomi had helped him
choose the lamps, he recalled—the charming die-cut tin shades, the
romantic globes—on one of their shopping forays.
The stately pewter candlesticks that graced the mantel were
heirlooms, housewarming gifts from his grandparents.
The bronze-colored
mums that stood in a Wedgwood vase between them
had come out of his own garden.
There was a great deal of himself in the room, Ian realized.
And pieces of those he loved.
~Ian~
@MacGregor Grooms
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Her next choice was the library, which she
thought of as the main artery of the heart.
Morrigan's Cross