Sunday

Slow crispy mornings with no where to be; the kind of day, the country does best.

The paddocks are having a spell, soft rain rolling in, tapping on the tin roof while the following week’s work waits it’s turn. Boots are by the door, the vehicles are parked up, and inside it smells like chocolate, caramel, deliciousness. There’s cookies baking in the oven and something sweet is always within reach.

Its trackies on, feet up, and a good movie going, and that easy kind of quiet you can only get out here on the land.

Soft, sweet and made for taking it slow.

Enjoy

Love Jess