A perfect view. Our house sits in a river valley surrounded by spruce-covered hills that often appear lavender-colored. On one of the hilltops sits the old red barn with its run of personalities predicated upon the light and time of day. The winter light gives it a starkness, the summer light tones it down, the fall light blends it into a bold canvas of maple-reds, oak-oranges and poplar-golds. Spring arrives – and while it's all by chance – the electric greens, highlights of serviceberry and splash of forthysia makes this old icon seem operatic, ancient and wise.