"The hamlet [...] consists of a few cottages on a green beside a burn. Some of them (a strange thing in Scotland) are models of internal neatness; the beds adorned with patchwork, the shelves arrayed with willow-pattern plates, the floors and tables bright with scrubbing or pipeclay, and the very kettle polished like silver. It is the sign of a contented old age in country places, where there is little matter for gossip and no street sights. Housework becomes an art; and at evening, when the cottage interior shines and twinkles in the glow of the fire, the housewife folds her hands and contemplates her finished picture; the snow and the wind may do their worst, she has made herself a pleasant corner in the world."
From Edinburgh: Picturesque Notes by Robert Louis Stevenson
Isn't this just lovely.
Posted by: Nan | 18 January 2022 at 01:01 AM
Making housework seem magic....
Posted by: Kathleen | 01 February 2022 at 04:37 PM
Perhaps contentment is underestimated.
Posted by: Freda | 02 February 2022 at 04:25 PM
If only I could achieve that attitude to housework!
Posted by: Mary | 12 March 2022 at 05:17 PM
Hi Karen,
I haven't visited in awhile but I love this post. Always striving for it. Hope you're doing well!
Posted by: Marlene | 20 July 2022 at 07:30 PM
Very well, thank you!
Posted by: Cornflower | 21 July 2022 at 02:07 PM
Very well, thank you!
Posted by: Cornflower | 21 July 2022 at 02:13 PM