Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things...
In random order.. mine..
Raindrops lashing my window panes, the sound of thunder as I sit sipping delicious hot coffee..
Soft baby whiskers on puppies, their cold noses snuffling in surprised enquiry..
Packages.. wrapped up in any paper.. I love surprises.. but my mother is terrible at them, her patent words are “I don’t know what you would like”..
My honey colored Lab and my baby white Spitz.. hugging them close can drive any blues away, miss them with a deep rooted ache..
Not strudels, but chocolates…with dark bitter centres, melting in my mouth.. and god only knows what “schnitzel with noodles “ is…
Crisp winter mornings bundled up under blankets, and I don’t have to get up for another hour..
Treks up mountains, nose and cheeks pink in the cold, smelling the crisp air, reveling in the quiet..
Rolling in hysterical helpless laughter with old friends, at nothing in particular..