while the dogs are napping,
I hear the crackle of a low fire in the woodstove.
I see all the comforts of home
near at hand:
blankets for coziness,
teapots for warmth that grows
from the inside out,
books for reading...
now or later.
near at hand:
blankets for coziness,
teapots for warmth that grows
from the inside out,
books for reading...
now or later.
I taste the simple refreshment of lemon water,
and smell lunch baking in the oven;
a farm-fresh frittata,
generously speckled
with home-grown vegetables.
and smell lunch baking in the oven;
a farm-fresh frittata,
generously speckled
with home-grown vegetables.
I feel blessed and very fortunate
on a quiet February afternoon.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you bountiful blessings.
on a quiet February afternoon.
Are you a napper? If so, are you an arm-chair snoozer, or do you climb into your comfortable welcoming bed? Are your naps the twenty minute cat-nap variety, or long and indulgent? I am not much of a napper, but I try to take a cue from my napping animal friends and take some time for quiet rest in the afternoon, for a book, a cup of tea and a luxurious stretch as I rise.
2 comments:
Lovely photos and words Marcie. I am an occasional chair napper. If I laid down on a bed I would be gone for hours!
I like to read in bed, sometimes it is warmer that way. I have been known to just shut down when I sit down, especially when the TV is on.
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