Tucked in the tiny garden cottage in winter.
Such a great place to be.
Bright & Happy.
I waver between 80's music and fairy tale soundtracks.
Tells a lot about me maybe?
Lighting my candles.
Having a girl's day.
Stacking up little books.
All the things I want to take up to the loft with me line the stairs.
It's afternoon, so we get one last jaunt through the fairy bower.
Collecting marigold seeds here and there as we loop around our garden path.
And dare I say...
We spy tiny signs of spring.
Sunset turns everything golden.
I decide to clean out dry flowers of last summer and fall.
Hopefully all the seeds have dropped.
The guardian does his job.
And then, a little group of hummingbirds whip around me.
Talking to each other. Sitting on tiny twigs.
Pip pip pip pip.
I follow them and find myself standing in a field of sprouting wild chamomile.
Then a winged wee one flutters past me at lightning speed, sipping sugar water.
I sneak a peek at sprouting daffodils...
Oh blissful dream, I love it!
The setting sun casts glowing light here and there.
I can't believe the ranunculus are peeking up too!
Little violets sway about.
I am happy.
I am on the ground sniffing violets when the hummingbirds return.
Then they are gone.
Time to skip back to the cottage.
Wildflowers in the dry grass ♥
I roast veggies in the oven.
Get out more candles and slippers, and head out.
The kettle whistles in the cottage.
Up I climb.
Books and tea in tow.
I am giddy with my girl time.
Hiding in the cottage loft with books?
Some days it doesn't get any better than that at all.
Not at all.
Give me a book and you'll lose me for a while :-)
The cottage is so bright and fresh.
I love being in there.
It even has fresh coats of paint.
Thank you Mister Lovee.
Now go away.
Time to spend more time out there again.
Sometimes, when I am up in the cottage loft, I think about how I am a tiny smidgen of a morsel on the planet, tucked into a little hidden nook, in the middle of nowhere, in a tiny cottage.
Then I just trip out a little, hahaha!
Its like stepping into a storybook for a few hours.
Everyone needs an escape every now and then, don't they?
Although, sometimes I fear I planned my life out to be one big escape!
Too much play, not enough discipline.
Could be worse I guess?
What is your favorite guilty escape?
Do you have one?
I love going into antique stores and leaving my phone in the car.
Listening to Bronksi Beat on repeat.