Welcome Home

 Welcome! I greet you all from the depths of my heart. Don't mind the unwieldy stacks of books piled beside the warm hearth and tables. They won't fall.

Would you like a cup of tea? Coffee perhaps? I was just making some cookies as well, and the fire is roaring. Oh, no worries at all. The kettle has almost boiled (please, don't pay him any heed if he tries to sing to you), I'm well prepared for any company and any conversation. Sit down please, you can have my chair, feel at home here. That is my goal anyway. To make you feel welcome, comfortable. Like walking into a cozy house after having been out in the frigid December snow, pulling on your favorite sweater, and smelling your favorite warm drink and some hot food cooking in the oven.

But what's life without a bit of adventure? Both can be found here. On the side of the cabin there is a forest that stretches on for as far as you could wish for. The forest is magnificently beautiful in any weather, and you always come out of it carrying some of the beauty with you, through a glimmer in your eyes, or a smile dancing upon your face. And you may feel at peace between the oaks and beeches, finding flowers of all sorts, or run with the deer, gracefully weaving between the tree trunks. Or, perhaps, you might find an adventure. But remember, adventure can be found in the simplest of things, like a book, a gentle friend, or the moon. Though it can sometimes be hard to see, it is always there, just waiting for you to stumble upon it.

And both home and adventure can make the noblest of hearts crack with sorrow, or with joy.

Yours, Abigail B. Somerset