and the fresh air comes in like a welcomed guest.
Outside, the whiffs of home baked bread, along with
dinner cooking on the stove makes it's way out the open doors,
while inside, I can smell the fragrance of the abundance of wildflowers, mixed with the scent of fresh cut grass,
softly blowing in through the doors from my husband's
It is a pleasant time of cool mornings,
and shady evenings.
Everything is at it's loveliest, and I could be happy
if every day would stay like these pretty days of