It is the smallest of things that can bring beauity to a cold winter's day: a warm kitchen, the smell of fresh baked bread mingled with the sweet gift of colourful flowering Dutch bulbs, the sound of a friends voice calling from a far away country just to say they miss you. It is in those moments that time stands still, and you know that all things are connected in the magic life has to give.
So when the window edges grow frosty with ice, and a blanket of deep snow covers the mountains and meadows for several months, my kitchen is always filled with the delightful wonders of Spring.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
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