Easter Sunday

Last night I lit the wood stove in the kitchen for the first time. This morning I wore a scarf, another first for this year. It's a beautiful Easter Sunday, chilly and at times moody. I find myself in a contemplative space, also slightly excited in the pit of my stomach about what I'm not yet sure. This period, just before the winter, is a favourite of mine.
We're on our way to Dullstroom for coffee and carrot cake.
Happy Sunday...