I love the feeling of belonging and I find it here within these four walls of this rather old Bungalow.
The smell of old wood and beeswax as they filled my nostrils upon entering and yet there was a subtle fragrance that I had not expected...
the floors shine with an age old patina brought to life with wood polish
the air is still and the scent is authentically olde.
I opened windows and let in some fresh air...
soaking in the familiar surroundings.
I have not forgotten, I've just been away for awhile.
While we were away mummy was here.
She brought in the post,
watered the beds,
and left us some welcoming posies.
She picked a few roses to welcome us back!
It took several trips to empty the Volvo wagon of all our gear.
A mountain of laundry sorted into piles sit on the floor by the washer and dryer await...
they are in full swing as I type...
Tonight we had chinese takeaway for dinner and watched the final episode of The Batchelorette.
Pepper meowed as she went room to room and has slept for a very long time on a bed that is not bobbing about in a sea of tidal action.
Jude the Obscure
in a wee glass
(mother didn't know where I kept the vases)
"The home should be the treasure chest of living."
I am weary and ready to slip into my nightie for a night of slumber...
I hope that you had a great weekend!