Our home has a heart and soul, a history all of her own.
Her bare wood floors polished by time.
Grand old windows fold open to reveal portraits of the bush, a canvas that changes with every season.
In each room, soft light gently filters in, wrapping itself around our lives.
Trinkets and treasures line her walls, opening windows into our own precious memories as we gaze upon them.
We are her heart, breathing life back into her soul.