My Cozy Place

I don't know what it is, but there is something about my teahouse in the snow. The old building doesn't have a roof that completely encloses, the sides remain open. Originally designed by Syn, it was meant to be a garden structure, a place to meditate and sip tea. It slowly evolved to have a bed and seating around the fireplace. When I have winter in my mountain meadow, it's my favorite place. It is warm, warm with memories, too. Yesterday, I bought the tree with posing circular bench. It's perfect, although green, it looks like a tree that got its leaves early, and now another snowfall comes. Perhaps because I live where a cold spell may be in the 40'sF at night, I treasure wearing sweaters and boots and sitting by the fire with a pot of hot tea here.

No links, just preserving my memories.