the view from my bedroom window
rain and more rain
The lowering gray days of November have been getting me down.
Don't you think that certain words are best suited to an English accent? Horrid, wretched and dismal, for example.
(To be said in best Mitford tones): The horrid weather we've been having is unrelentingly dismal . . . and it's making me feel perfectly wretched.
I thought that I was feeling too glum to rejoice in simple things, but a visit to Christina was a good restorative.
There are always some bright spots, really; even if the lamps do come on by mid-afternoon these days.
a cup of tea in bed
my winter-weight goosedown duvet
homemade minestrone soup for lunch today
tickets for Jane Campion's latest film Bright Star
half of my Christmas list, already wrapped
a new purple cashmere scarf
narcissus in a teacup
Visit Soul Aperture for more simple things to take pleasure in this November.