When the wind is blowing, the snowflakes are flying, and the trees are
dancing, the little boys tuck in under warm handmade quilts for an
afternoon nap. Mamma relishes in the quiet by curling up beneath a
crochet project and adding row after row. Working with my hands brings
me such joy and stillness that can't be achieved any other way.
"I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything
very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but those that bring
simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls
slipping off a string." ~L.M Montomery
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