Except for those who are blessed with waterproof woolen coats,
or water-repelling feathers,
With the air carrying a hint of the winter days that loom around the corner, and
as continuous, soft rain fell on the thirsty earth, we stayed inside with warmth and comfort food.
For me that meant a hunk of fresh sourdough bread and a cup of tea...
the tea being served in Maven Haven where a roaring fire chased away the damp afternoon air.
As I had dreamed, this tiny cottage is the perfect place to retreat from the weather and enjoy the serenity that a small, simple space can bring.
Far away from internet, or news, or the chaos of the present world, I find a warm, peaceful sanctuary that renews my spirit. Here my mind is free to wander and dream.
Here, I can read, or write, or knit without regard to time or place or any outside distraction.
I have always had a love of paper and writing implements and find much joy in writing an old-fashioned letter with old-fashioned pen and ink. It saddens me to think that letter-writing is becoming a lost art. There is no better treasure than a letter from a friend or relative...
a tangible bit of...