When the weather is grim I allow my mind to wander off to a different place and imagine what my perfect retreat would be like including lots of sunshine and fun.
My perfect retreat would be a lovely cottage surrounded by green fields where pretty little flowers bloomed. Lots of cute pretty butterfly’s would be flying around the freshly cut lawns. There would be lots of outdoor space for the little man to play, and come with a tree-house fully equipped for action packed days of fun for all of us to enjoy. We would have a beautiful bench in front of the large bay window for mummy and daddy to enjoy our morning coffee whilst the little man runs around.
It would be lovely and cosy on the inside, with a huge log fire for those cold windy nights to keep us nice and warm, where we could toast marshmallows and eat them with melted chocolate. Big cushions and throws would be scattered around for extra comfort to join our carefree ways.
It would be set somewhere that experienced real seasons that lasted the length of time that real seasons should.
Daffodils would appear on time in spring, summer would be long and warm. In my imaginary place the autumn leaves would fall crisply to the ground with conkers hidden underneath for us to find and winter would consist of nothing but snowfall, Christmas films by the log fire with our three little snowmen watching from the outside. Not forgetting making snow angels everyday.
It would be magical, every last moment of it. We laugh and run around without a care in the world. Daddy would spend the day cutting wood for the log fire to store throughout the year. I would make delicious home made meals from scratch all the time and it would be perfect.
Needless to say if I ever experience a windfall this is most likely where you shall find us 🙂