The wind is gusting outside. It is dark and cold. The windows of the chicken houses glow from the red warming lights. Tree branches wave in front of the chicken houses confirming the sound of the wind.
Inside, the antique wood stove has warmed the front room to 74 degrees. The kitties are happy to lay on the quilt on my lap as I read a book about Alaska. The first pot of coffee is almost gone. I have another hour to read before my husband wakes - so I can finish this pot of coffee and have a fresh pot for us after the sun rises.
Winter in the country. A time to rest. A time to look at the seed catalogues as they arrive in the mailbox. A time to reflect on what is good and what is not. A time to make plans. Time. Winter. Cold. Wind. Rest.
1 comment:
Ah yes. That sounded lovely! Sitting under quilts with coffee, kitties and a good book. Perfect way to spend a winter morning. Hope you are well. Missed you at class last week.
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