
Of all kinds.

I love the romance of a cup of hot tea cupped in two hands, or inspiring introspection while sitting next to a laptop on a still quiet early morning.
I love the romance of warm knitted socks on an autumn's morning.
The romance of a lace -or tattered- curtain blowing in a window.

I love the romance of Things That Live In Little Boys' Pockets.
It doesn't take much to charm me.

Just a little bit of Romantical.
This morning I am feeling a quiet happiness in finding there is so very much of it.
1 comment:
yea. i get it.
i love the photos of those houses in Lemington was it.
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