It was a very cold night here at Honey Hill Farm. Our thermometer read 1 above zero. Both the front and back parlour fires blazed brightly as we snuggled in our cozy home. Heavy velvet drapes were drawn to chase away the chilly wind. A kerosene lamp, glowing in the front parlour, reminded us of a time so long ago...I counted my blessings as I cuddled with Dearest in our quilt covered bed. So thankful for this life, this quiet, gentle life.
God bless you gentle readers, until we meet again,