I often find myself daydreaming about living in a quieter, slower era. I’m not exactly sure which era, but I keep imagining a serene English countryside. A simple existence on a small farm would have done just fine. Early mornings would see me fetching the eggs from the chicken coop and milking “Butter” and “Cream” – the two family cows. After breakfast I would kneel in the soft soil of the vegetable patch to tend to the carrots, tomatoes, peas, spinach and herbs. Lunch would be a good and proper hour – maybe followed by a little nap under a big old tree next to the house. My daughters would run around merrily in their hand-sewn frocks, playing with their handmade dolls. Evenings would be a cozy family affair around a simple meal at a scrubbed kitchen table. After dinner, hubby and I would tuck the children in before settling in our chairs before the fireplace. He would work on his woodcarving while I crochet a blanket for our bed. It would be lovely, and peaceful, and slow.
Beautiful Yoga 