Cottage love - a rainy day

I love those awesome, mystic days full of mystery and excitement when the sky turns dark and low and the woods behind our gardens becomes a jewel of deep greens and dark as a fairytale.  Thunderstorms days...

I hear the music of rain on the roof... the scent of wet soil rising up from the ground tickles my senses.  My soul is a bouquet of enchantment... 

I'd turn on little lights here and there, candles, sweet dimmed lights of lamps over here.  Like a bird on a rainy day, in our master room I'd find my nest..  I'd draw in the curtains for a cozy feeling, but leave the blinds behind them open to maximize light.  The white curtains against the backdrop of the white walls offer a clean, fresh milieu for a serene moment in time...

Yes, today I'm enjoying cozying up in our little white nest... this is love, love, the comfort of home, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe, being just who I am without having to measure words, abilities, knowledge, thoughts, but just pouring them all right out from the heart...

"I had rather be shut up in a very modest cottage with my books, my family and a few old friends, dining on simple bacon, and letting the world roll on as it liked, than to occupy the most splendid post, which any human power can give.” (Thomas Jefferson)

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