Today I love quiet March mornings at the cottage when the air outside is still and the tiniest of snowflakes are gently falling like the swirls of flakes inside a snow globe. I love how the snow looks like it is in slow motion, slo-mo-snow, and the world beyond the flakes that I can focus on looks hazy and peaceful in the bright morning light. I love that the cloud cover to the south east has been slight enough that there is lots of light here and the day is brilliant with bright white everywhere. I love that the cottage living room with it’s north facing wall of windows is light and bright with the indirect lighting coming from all the snow outside. I love that every time I look up at the ceiling here I see the receptacle in the ceiling and wonder again what its purpose was when it was installed. I love that my favorite imaginings for it involve a twelve foot Christmas tree in the middle of the room with lights that plugged in from above. I love how easy it is to relax here, love how difficult it is for me to keep my mind on things that worry me.
Today I love that we had a fun breakfast and the most important ingredient of that was smiles and laughter, though the food was helpful also. I love that two bathrobes have managed to materialize from giant balls of yarn that were processed through a crochet hook and those two robes are sooooo warm on chilly cottage mornings. I love that my robe is autumn colors and is so warm that I don’t notice the cold of the floor for a while even when I forget my slippers. I love that this place seems to thrive in quiet solitude when we shut it down and it waits for the next weekend. I love thinking of the cottage resting and gathering strength like an older relative that spends its days between visits by reading and sipping tea until we return and then it shows us all the neat things to do and the interesting nooks and crannies and corners of the property where the insects and toads and winter animals dwell.
Today I love apricot jam so much that I’m a little sorry that we ate the last of it here. I love that a more adventurous soul than I opened the mango jam yesterday and we got to try it and it is truly intriguing. I love that more adventurous soul for more than just her adventurousness and her spontaneous crocheting projects.
Today I love sipping coffee and admiring the wonderful, autumnal colors of my wonderful warm robe.