‘Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.’ These are comforting words that we all probably know, words that speak…
On the right is a log slice with a plate of cookies and a mug of milk on. On the left an old lantern and some pink roses
Recently a friend online asked the question what we thought about slow living. It was something I’d been thinking about a lot in recent weeks but have been thinking about more since then. Putting on a pretty apron, slowly kneading bread in your beautiful kitchen, knitting by the fire, living a slow life; it sounds…
