Wet and chilly morning; I am grateful for the extra quilt on the bed as I try to sleep in but the warmth of the fireplace and the aroma of bacon are impossible to resist.
We pile our plates with pancakes and crispy bacon, warming our hands on steaming mugs of freshly brewed coffee, and settle around the fireplace with our favourite books. Someone has the audacity to go out and rake leaves but the rest of us snuggle on the couch with the warm and woolly afghans, comforted by the crackling of the fire and the sounds of pages turning.
1 comment:
that's so romantic! like out of a really good English novel
lucky you with the fire place and cozy quilts
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