Standing barefoot on the wet grass, sipping coffee as the sun slowly rises
An at-home manicure that doesn’t need to be fixed
Cold breezes that make the curtains dance back and forth
The first words written in a brand-new journal
Pulling out the right number of clothes hangers on the first try
A house so quiet all you can hear is the slight trickle of coffee brewing
Stacks of books perched next to an already overflowing bookcase
A spooky movie enjoyed with the lights down low, with candles aglow
Waking up without an alarm
Eating takeout right out of the containers
The first sleep nestled in the warmth of flannel sheets
Freshly baked bread served with a bit of butter
Finding the pen that makes your handwriting look beautiful
The smell of the first rainstorm of the season
When your hair curls just right
Opening a used book and finding someone’s shopping list
The wind in the trees on a fall afternoon
Sounds of crickets chirping through an open window on a summer night, curtains waving with a slight breeze
Sunday is my day of rest. I water and tend to all my house plants. Every room in our home has plants, or I should say “house mates.”
Living in the south, I want more : Hot cocoa and horse drawn carriage rides with the love of my life.
Taking time to enjoy a good cup of tea in special China tea cups with a friend…
More of deep, deep breaths.
When the house smells of all the wonderful aroma’s of Pumpkin Bread baking 🍁
And the house is quiet and still.
Dinner and a musical with women friends.
Sitting down in my old Victorian chair by a big open window with a cup of hot chi tea in one of my cherished porcelain mugs. I open my journal and write with my favorite pen in hand. I like to embellish my journal pages with rubber stamps, paper scraps, and washi tape. I savor these quiet moments of reflection and creativity.
Using my Great-Grandmother’s churn, I still churn butter, make bread and put up jam. After Autumn, one of the first cold days I’ll bake cat head biscuits and slather with home churned butter and jam. It’s a reason to celebrate!
First sensation in the morning: soft prickies as I am awakened by resident feline massaging my back, reminding me it’s breakfast time.
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