It is a quiet, frosty morning here, and the day is not quite waking up yet. One by one the candles are being lit...
Soft light of lamps thrust shadows away and the softly illuminated house bestows a sense of peace and joyful calmness...
Preparing the table for breakfast is always such a joy on those special mornings...
I love it—winter’s early mornings. I love the silence that pervades the house, the game of lights and shadows on walls and furniture, the smell of wood burning stoves in the crisp air, and if you’d dare open a window or stand still outside for a minute or two and really smell hard, you would smell the very subtle scent of snow. It is magical... the garden glows with golden starlight as daybreak progresses, and I go back inside my cozy house carrying with me enough memories to last days after days...
Soft light of lamps thrust shadows away and the softly illuminated house bestows a sense of peace and joyful calmness...Preparing the table for breakfast is always such a joy on those special mornings...I love it—winter’s early mornings. I love the silence that pervades the house, the game of lights and shadows on walls and furniture, the smell of wood burning stoves in the crisp air, and if you’d dare open a window or stand still outside for a minute or two and really smell hard, you would smell the very subtle scent of snow. It is magical... the garden glows with golden starlight as daybreak progresses, and I go back inside my cozy house carrying with me enough memories to last days after days...
