I was looking through photos from last winter and was struck by just how many moments I could vividly recall: stolen mornings in bed with breakfast and tea; afternoon treks into the heart of the woods, pockets lined with foraged treasure; the contentment of baking for the kids; the refuge of our old house, draughts and all, in the midst of a long, deep winter.
We’re approaching that point in the season—the home stretch, if we’re lucky!—where winter’s weight is harder to bear. These are some of the small, ordinary moments that keep me buoyant. I’m reminded that simplicity has the power to shift burdens.
Happy weekending, friends. May yours be peaceful. x