This was my evening cup last night, as I worked on cleaning the living room and organizing the books. I am nowhere near done organizing the books. Books are on every possible surface. I need more shelves!
A rainy evening, but I suddenly felt for this, which always reminds me of spring. Not in a fake, Easter-basket kind of way, but in the true feeling of that new warmth and softness that comes in that season.
Its probably my favorite chamomile tea, and I did drift off fairly easily last night. I didn’t manage to stay drifted off, mostly due to a few text messages at 3 in the morning (ugh), but hey. Not the teas fault!
I can’t get it letter-perfect, but I love the quotation that affirms books make the best kind of furniture.