What is it about cold Winter days, that leave us wanting nothing more, than a cozy place to nest.
A place in front of the hearth, surrounded by teakettles singing on the hob, slippers warming by the fireside, and a portly cat purring at our side.
A time to daydream.
"What a ripping little house this is! Everything so handy! "
~Mole's house: Wind in the Willows