the happy side of cabin fever

it's been spitting rain for five days now, and the world outside our door is soggy and bleak. inside, however, is warmth and light and cozy blankets.

saturday's good things:

scented candles

hot tea infused with blueberries

christmasy books:




the comforting rhythm of slicing autumn vegetables to simmer in a crock pot

an eight year old who shares his snack-size twix with his mum

softies to craft:




argyle knee socks

shearling slippers

and four little people who giggle and bicker and negotiate and coerce and press their heads together to peer at the same book, and who, no matter how the day has gone, pray for each other at the end of the day.