Well, we did call it that, and it was perfect.
A perfect quiet day,with my bff.
On the ride there, I can feel the stress leaving my body.
A sigh escapes me.
As we sat and knitted, the birds made a ruckus at the bird feeders, the brook icy cold in the background.
The warmth of the fireplace was beyond lovely, and the occasional whiff of wood burning was nostalgic to me.
My friend's house is bathed in beautiful, restorative, sunlight.
While my friend occasionally grumbles about the lack of cupboards, the thought of chopping veggies on this countertop in this open, sunlit kitchen is very appealing.
There is a flow to her little house, and such a good feeling. It is tastefully decorated, accidentally or otherwise, everything is just right.
The quiet is what I miss most about my own life. I remember living like this, and there is really nothing quite like it.
It will always be in my heart, and it will always be what I aspire to have once again.
After accepting me into their domain, Winnie (left) and Topsy (right) slept in the sun. Like Roy, Winnie snores.
There is something so peaceful about a home with dogs and cats lying around in total peacefulness.
They are all loved, and they know it.
And it's all good.
Topsy, you may be needy, but you're very sweet inside.
Outside, sunflower seeds attracted the flock.
There are times that I am confused about what I am missing, and about what I need most, and about what makes me happy.
This was a simple, beautiful reminder, that it's not that complicated, at all.