Sunday, September 16, 2012

Reading, by the fire...

There's nothing so quick to bring me 'home' than the scent of a wood fire crackling and popping, as I leaf through the pages of one of my most favorite and well worn books, "The Hobbit". Occasionally, and I spite of my desires otherwise, the warmth of the fire will blanket me ~ and carry me away to the sweetest of sleeps...it certainly is a most beautiful night for a fire.

Tonight, is a perfect night for a fire - and, for re-reading my very well worn pages of "The Hobbit". Books like these should only be read on a night when there's this type of chill in the air...and only against a fire that is cackling and popping and hissing...