Every country house should have a cat...
Sweet Lucy...
She acts like a dog.
She goes out with them to do her business,
and then she is right back in to nap by the fire...
The down-filled leather chair,
which was my special place to recharge,
has been taken over by her.
So, I move to the velvet French sofa,
in front of the fire...
It is like a beautiful pair of high heel shoes...
Pretty to look at, but not so comfortable.
I have a down-filled seat on it,
but somehow,
one doesn't sink into it.
It is comfortable enough, but not like a cloud of feathers...
Down cushions help to give it some softness, too...
But oh how I love the velvety plush...
The warmth of velvet is like none other.
And books...
And journal...
Another winter storm is on the way,
and this time,
we are expecting more than just a cold rain.
Parts of Alabama will actually get some snow.
That requires cooking.
Just the word 'snow'...
Every country house in the area will have soup pots going...
Chicken Stew...
Rustic Potato Soup...
Beef Stew...
Chili...
Vegetable Soup...
Creamy Chicken Soup...
And home baked bread...
Yeast bread...
Cornbread...
Snow...
It is like a planned celebration in the south...
So this is where I will weather this next winter storm...
On the velvet sofa,
in front of the fire,
eating homemade soup,
and home baked bread...
Reading....reading....
Journaling...(is that a word?)
And reading beautiful blogs...
And writing some, too...
And pictures...playing with the Nikon...
A passion I love, but know not much about.
Stay warm, and well...
Curl up, and rest a spell...
Rambling thoughts from the country house...
An extraordinary life begins at home...
Romance your home...
Bon Bons on the coffee table...
Everyday is beautiful if you choose to see it...
Blessings,
Yaya
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