“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
I couldn’t agree with Edith Sitwell more! Winter is definitely the time for being cosy at home, which is exactly what I’m doing on this icy Saturday night. It’s currently only 11 degrees outside—freezing by Aussie standards—and I’m tucked up in bed, wearing my flannelette pyjamas and fluffy socks. I’m surrounded by all the things I love: books, movies and my journals, drinking a steaming cup of peppermint tea and wondering what to watch or read first… Wuthering Heights? The Women on the Sixth Floor? I Capture the Castle? Playing Beatie Bow? Lord of the Forest? So many wonderful books and films to choose from…there really is nowhere I’d rather be.
“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.”
Outside it’s dark, cold and windy, but inside the house is warm, quiet and softly lit by lamplight and candle flame. The fire is burning brightly, and a faint smell of pancakes, from this morning’s breakfast, permeates the air. My children, both freshly bathed and cuddly in their pj’s, are wrapped in blankets, watching movies. Their tummies full after eating a bowl of spaghetti bolognese – a family favourite.
I feel so contented right now, so grateful to have a house to call our own. One that shelters us from the weather and keeps us as snug as a bug… Cosy is undoubtedly one of my favourite feelings!
Right, I think I’ve decided, Wuthering Heights it is. Good night all!
“Shut the door, not that it lets in the cold but that it lets out the coziness.”