I like the warm colors, the delicate light, the gentle rain tapping on the window and the little one’s nose pressed against the glass, watching in awe.

I like the sharp scent of the mist, the smell of wet wood, the aroma of mushrooms as you walk through the forest after the rain.

I like the last bunches of grapes still clinging to the vineyard, the sweet pomegranates, the fragrant quinces.

I like the smell of apples in the early morning, damp with frost, the chestnuts crackling on the stove, the corn roasting on the embers.

I like the bubbles of brandy as they drop into the glass demijohn, as it boils in the copper still, the cup of tea and biscuits, the cake rising in the oven.

I like the warmth of the house when you come in at night, the cozy sofa, and a Charlotte Brontë book.

What don’t I like?

Oh, many things, but I don't want to mention them now. I’m not becoming a pessimist! 😁

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