Lately I've noticed that the morning frost seems to linger longer upon dewy lawns, that the shade of the bay has become greyer and the afternoon sun only briefly weaves through the barren trees that line quiet streets.
It is definitely winter. And for me this means that it is time to cocoon myself in wool, cashmere and leather; to prepare gnocchi and home made soups; to linger longer over my coffees and paper; to run lavender scented baths and burn candles; to add another quilt to my sleigh bed; to nestle indoors with a stack of temping novels; and time to day dream of warm hemispheres and oceanic adventures.
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