It’s the smell of the morning mist rolling across the meadow, the bleating of sheep in the distance, the rooster crowing at dawn, the feel of sliding your foot into boots and putting on a waxed jacket. It’s the way the house smells of fire and cinnamon and apple pies and fresh bread. It’s the feel of a cozy, well worn chair, the way antique books smell when your nose into them and inhale. It’s the simplicity, the extravagance of nature, the way you live with the land, how every season brings something fresh and new. It’s wood cutting boards and pots of soup on the stove and well worn rugs on the floor. LTKHome LTKSeasonal LTKdayinmylife