Chota

Chota

Friday, 16 December 2011

{quotable thursdays}

It's a blustery, windy, wintry day & I've spent all day inside marking papers. I have finally reached the end of what seemed like a never-ending pile, and I've got one more day before I leave for Mexico!

Here's a quote that is befitting wintry nights by the fire...


In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
The redbreast looks in vain
For hips and haws,
Lo, shining flowers upon my window-pane
The silver pencil of the winter draws.

When all the snowy hill
And the bare woods are still;
When snipes are silent in the frozen bogs,
And all the garden garth is whelmed in mire,
Lo, by the hearth, the laughter of the logs --
More fair than roses, lo, the flowers of fire!
-Winter, Robert Louis Stevenson


Here are some images of hearths, fires, & embers: 
Pinned Image
{west elm}
{i love the paint colours here. country living}

{shelterness}

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