




More and more afternoons are spent here, doing this.
The boys commence marathon checkers and chess sessions, I sit with a cuppa near and knit. The eldest closes the curtains, puts on the lamps, declares 'this is the cosiest room EVER' and settles into the rhythm of s l o w i n g down, remembering the routine that we fall into at this time of year.
Even though I try to hold on to my sanity at this time of year, I have to admit, these afternoons are pretty sweet.