beneath my heart...

is a place for you.  it's friday again - we are one strong wind away from bare trees.  its dark early, geese fly overhead.  the crisp air meets me at the door.  i crave my warm house and silence.  it's been a long, hard, week.  this weekend i want to linger in the kitchen and pour over comforting recipes.  these are the gifts of the season i love best....this house and it's contents breathe comfort and peace into my lungs.

love sent, xo