MILKTOAST: snowy gardens.

Friday, January 20, 2012

snowy gardens.

some find walking on the beach to be perfectly romantic. and it absolutely can be. but for me, making tracks in the fresh white snow trumps any walk on the beach. the romance of winter scenes capture me in their flirtatious advances, poetry, and mystery. time is of no mind; moments are frozen; and there's a loud quiet in the stillness. feast your eyes on the english gardens of stourhead, wiltshire (1,2,3) and chatsworth, derbyshire (4,5,6,7) photographed below and i promise you'll understand exactly what i'm talking about:

images courtesy of citified.blogspot.com

i need someone to take me to these places. they're glorious.

milk and toast -- a favourite and most nurturing combination. I like my milk ice cold with a straw (one of those cute paper straws with red stripes), or steaming hot, flavoured with a little vanilla and a lot of cinnamon. my toast -- usually two slices at once, and oftentimes flanked with apple slices or cheddar cheese -- is buttery and crunchy.

while growing old together with this blog, and watching it evolve, I've found joy in the milk and toast of my life, and have carved out a little place in the world wide web to record it. stick around, read a few entries -- perhaps you'll find something you love or can relate to.