I love site visits to cottages in the winter. Not many lake cottages are populated once the snow settles in and the lake freezes in molecular patterns.
Mornings are softer here, the quietness of nature calming and making the coldest morning a warmer embrace.
We’re getting through the rough-in stage when your brain makes up the rest that is not there and decides on where an invisible antler chandeliers will hang in completely finished spaces, unseen by most.
As I’m able to see it all, from placing the light fixtures, to seeing future thermostats that will be an eyesore and need to be relocated now as opposed to when everything is drywalled in, I always feel like an insider to some visionary club that has an extra dimension available. One that allows me to see not only what’s not there, but the future, and shape it better.