The holidays are still lingering in our home. We haven't had the heart to take the tree down and the boxwood wreath about the mantel still holds a space of green against the white wall. If you touch a leaf it crumbles so for now until end of the month we will leave it on the wall in its elegant shape and let the holdays fade gently.
Our place is old, 100 or so years, and is the parlor floor of one what once a grand townhouse. It's quiet as well, one might forget we are in one of the busiest cities in the world living here. That's what I like about our home.