Thursday, February 05, 2015
Two contented souls, like bookends, one on each side of the wood stove. Watching birds out the window, sipping Chamomile tea, gentle conversation. Spinning wheel humming along on one side, and the sounds of the beater of the loom coming from the other side, keeping beat to this magical song of the day. Life is good.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...