a matter of perspective

The rain fell steadily and there was a definite chill in the air, the calendar indicated in was still autumn, but mother nature was telling a different story.  The gentle warmth of the autumn sunshine had long gone, and the bitter cold of winter was slowly creeping in.  A pile of freshly cut wood lay by the door and inside the fire burnt silently and brightly, its warmth enveloping all who entered the house.  The scent of freshly washed clothes being dried near its heat wafted as you passed by.  The smell of dinner slowly simmering away was beginning to fill the house, the bread was rising, and there were apples cooking gently on the stove. The table was full of the tell tale signs that the the morning had been a productive one for everyone, small smudged paintings sat drying, the edges curling from the amount of water that had been used in their creation.  The broom lent on the wall next to the pieces of dried up rainbow coloured play dough that had been swept into a pile.  In front of the fire the kitten slept, and nearby there were a few small toys scattered and a pile of picture books that had been shared earlier in the morning. Outside the window the rain continued to fall, inside their home the hearts were full of gratitude for such a simple yet perfect morning. 


So that's been my morning.  Yep, its cold and wet and miserable today,  and guess Ive been stuck inside washing, cleaning, cooking and trying to tidy up after, and keep a three year old amused at the same time...but do you know what, I wouldn't want it any other way,  it really was a perfect morning, and my heart is really happy and content today.  Now I'm off to make a coffee, curl up in front of the fire with a magazine and then do a little more of Jacinta's crochet blanket (in some hope that it will be finished before she leaves home!)