I love Storm Window Day each fall.
We take down the screens, pull out the storm windows, and spend the afternoon washing them and putting them up.
These bubbly, wavy pieces of glass are almost 100 years old, and they are by no means actually storm windows. Not by today's standards. In fact, we can usually feel the cold air coming right through them.
But the glass is so beautiful and the house seems to sparkle when they're on.
The ritual of putting them up every year is so seasonal. You know, it's one of those rituals that makes you feel like you're putting the house to bed for the winter. I love that we work so methodically together on this chore...no words necessary, just an afternoon spent in repetitious motion. Remove window, wash window, wash storm, attach storm. Remove window, etc.
So while new, efficient windows that don't require separate storm windows are definitely in our future, for now I am grateful to have this rite of fall to enjoy.
And I'm grateful that all winter I get to see the world through wavy, bubbly, beautiful glass.
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