I walk out my front door onto the porch and my head naturally turns upward.

I walk a little further and down the front steps while gazing above.

I can never get enough of this beautiful sight, only available for a few days each year.

Yet it fills my heart with so much joy that I forget about the peeling paint, leaking roof and endless upkeep that this old house needs.

It was the tree I fell in love with, the tree sustains me and helps me believe that the house is worth the effort of restoration.

My joy year after year comes from above.