I'm a candle-burner.
No matter what season of the year, you'll find candles burning in my home.
I'm drawn like a moth to the flame, they comfort me, console me, wrap me in their warm glow.
Nothing says "Welcome Home" better than the soft glow of a burning spiced-candle.
Winter days have set in, we've already had our share of sadness in this new year, I'm hoping for brighter days ahead.
There are whispers of the "s" word in the forecast, just when the sunshine has returned, and green shoots are popping up all over the garden.
I hope the weather-forecasters have missed the mark on this one.
I'm pretty certain that the cats have got spring-fever, they have been running around the house and having a mad half-hour, more than usual, destroying their little furry mice, and insisting on hiding beneath the dining room rug, pretending not to be noticed, except for two obvious big lumps.
It's a day of list-making and tea-sipping for me, tomorrow more errand running.
Hope all is well, in your little corner of the world.
Our days have been much milder than typical Winter days, well into the sixties. The Iris shoots are popping out of the warm soil, I trust they know that Winter is a fickle friend, and despite affording us spectacular sunsets, colder weather, is just around the corner.
To help break up the monotony of long winter nights, our local PBS affiliate is treating its viewing audience to new seasons of beloved favorite shows.
Doc Martin Season 8 aired this past Thursday, I'm already hooked.
Thank you Public Broadcasting Corporation, and our local Nashville Public Television.
Check your local schedule for times and dates.