Just Like I Like It
It’s a cold, grey Sunday in the cove. Which is just how I like it.
The windows are fogged up from the apple butter I’m canning on the stove, the baby is sleeping in his swing in the kitchen, the tea is hot and laced with honey, the flannel I’m wearing is straight from heaven, and the foliage takes my breath away.
From our home to yours, here’s wishing you a wonderful last bit of your weekend.