Of all kinds.
I love the romance of warm knitted socks on an autumn's morning.
I love the romance of the word "cottage", and I love how enchanted I feel when I see an old fruit cellar.
The romance of a lace -or tattered- curtain blowing in a window.Taken in the town of Lemington on June 25, 2008
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.