Where do you like to write?

     Went to the big city yesterday, to Los Angeles, and visited the Griffith Observatory.  I spotted a lot of great writing spots: trails, tables, benches, grassy knolls...  A change of scenery, and perspective, is always a delight.  Sometimes that's just what I need; I either write while I'm there or feel motivated to get back to my own little corner of the world to re-explore the spot in my own writing.  
     My little corner is upstairs in my cabin, tucked under the eaves, conventionally, at a desk with a large window.  The window overlooks my garden, and there are sheer crinkly white curtains that dance in the sun.  Birdsong is constant and varied, and I wonder which bird is making which sound.  Sometimes I go down to the garden to sit for a while, and once in a while I can connect the song with the bird.  I want to get better at this.  Hummingbird wind sounds like big bumblebees or tiny helicopters, as their tiny wings beat, as they hover and dart among the bright red feeders, and as the king (or queen) we've named Hercules struggles to drive his even smaller friends away. 
     Favorite photos and cards are mounted on black and white scrolled tag board to the right of my window--my writing group, family, a sparkly 1930s movie star drinking a martini whom I was once told I looked like (and I cannot at this moment think of her name), a note from my brother, and a black and white photo of a black cat reading Le Chat Et Nous. 
     Hanging on the left is my favorite Chagall print.  It features floating blue lovers, a big red bird, a basket of fruit and a vase of yellow and white daisys.  Better yet, there is a window above the lovers, filled with tiny white stars and a yellow crescent moon. 
     I have an old wooden library card catalog in this room; I fill the drawers with pictures and mittens.  Books are everywhere.  Stacks of papers I've written that I'm always going to reread and shape into something new wait patiently on a black metal flower cart.  Of course there's a plant, and my Goddard degree.  I love Goddard!  There is a white leather loveseat for my dog.  Sometimes my cat joins me, clawing my lap and meowing when I shift position (she's a very old cat).
     This is my favorite writing spot; it is where I feel most sheltered, yet connected to the things I love.
     What is your favorite writing spot?  Describe it in detail and try to explain why this place speaks to you and in what ways!  I'd love to hear about it.