An afternoon tea with the loveliest girls.
“The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.”
Susan Allen Toth (found via http://ophidiophobic.tumblr.com/)
Yesterday evening was stormy and wild, perfect time for painting and candles. I watched the rain fall down and wash the leaves on the ground.
Early morning. Happy and wistful.
Quiet Sunday.
It is early morning when sun is behind the horizon. Memory of yesterdays leaf gathering is here.
This week I was reminded of a matter of importance:
Fog of tiredness can sometimes darken travelers sight but hardships occur to keep the steps on the right path towards the light.
I hope your sight is bright today.
Saara
