I write this missive ensconced in my favorite flannel robe which is layered snugly over long-johns... wool stockings upon my feet. A blazing fire in the woodstove and a hot cup of tea are keeping me company. 'Tis the "Tucked-In Season"....my favorite time of year to be certain.
I have slowly been transforming our little home into a cozy chipmunk's nest complete with heavy velvet curtains adorning windows and piles of warm throws upon settees and chairs. As Eventide draws near, the curtains are drawn against the chill of the night and we are, once again, cocooned inside our snug cottage.
I think that I feel more "at home" during this time of year than any other. It is such a joy to put the kettle on, simmer soup, bake bread and pies and cakes while the clouds gather and the snow swirls. I adore the contentment in my heart as I ponder my heavy laden fruit cellar and pantry...summer's work is winter's blessing.
Evenings spent in my easiest of easy chairs, Dearest nearby, hand-work of one kind or another to keep my hands busy...such comfort and delight. The night descends upon us so much earlier now, gently pushing us indoors, closer together, love gathered under one roof...so much happiness.
The"Tucked-In Season" has come again....joy of joys!
Yours so kindredly,