". . . for it was living itself that she enjoyed. She liked lighting a real fire of logs and fircones and toasting bread on an old-fashioned toaster. And she liked the lovely curve of an old staircase and the fun of running up and down it. And she vastly preferred writing a letter and walking with it to the post to using the telephone and hearing with horror her voice committing itself to things she would never have dreamed of doing if she'd had the time to think."
-- Elizabeth Goudge, Pilgrim's Inn
(I couldn't resist taking this cozy shot last weekend at my sister's. We enjoyed dessert and visiting by the fireplace after a lasagna dinner - our final holiday event for the season.)
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