I find there to be a kind of stark beauty in this old photograph...the birch tree's white bark juxtaposed against the dark green of the spruce and balsam...and the cold snow covering the ground. Outside it was was cold but inside my parents house it was always warm, comforting, and inviting. Even though I do not remember exactly the taking of this picture...I do remember a warm and cozy kitchen filled with the smell of home-baked bread fresh from the oven, I remember my mother's smile, and the ever-going pot of coffee also giving out it's own inviting smell of fresh brewed coffee.
Family, friends and home are the treasures that bring me the most pleasure. Through my blog, I wish to share part of my life and heart with readers.