There was baking done by someone who is not me. The surprising joy of children old enough to follow a recipe without any help a pleasure I hadn't anticipated.
And when we venture to step outside into the day for a brief foray in search of dinner, our noses stinging in the freezing air, there is a loudness to the birds, a booming to the sea, the air rushing in spite of it's stillness. And even though Winter still has us by the tail, our senses twitch and quiver in anticipation of Spring.
And so we set forth, a choir of hopeful voices humming in our hearts, warming our chilly way. And later, as the day slides away down behind the mountains we gather round the table and pass the bowls to one another, and chatter swirls and surges like surf, breaking into laughter, dousing us for good measure.
So, in spite of our reluctance we are ready for the week ahead.
For anyone looking for some loveliness,
and for some cake,
can I suggest taking a peek at the newly renovated
gorgeousness that is Friendly Cottage?