Few people can resist the charm of a log cabin.
Tucked away in the hills, the house waits for you and me. We're the first visitors to leave tracks in the snow. Sounds are muffled except for the rustle of our nylon puffer jackets and boots stamping on the ice. The air smells so clean, with traces of pine, ozone, and wood smoke.
The cabin sits on a hill, its windows shining with pear-colored light, so sweet you can almost taste it.You remember childhood winters: Sledding. Building snowmen. Gathering with family around the fire. Sipping hot buttered rum.
Wouldn't you like to be snowbound for a day in this cabin?
Let's get out of the cold, shall we?
This house is made for comfort.
The moment you step onto the enclosed porch, you feel at home. Take off your gloves and boots and get toasty warm. It's such an inviting space. You can sit in a wooden rocker or perch on the stone hearth. The pooch has the right idea, snoozing in front of the crackling fire.
Shall we take a peek inside? The open concept floor plan makes the cabin feel large and airy.
I would love to sit at the table, surrounded by cookbooks, and plan holiday menus.
In the background, a Sinatra song is playing.
Hearty aromas waft from the kitchen, where a pot of chili simmers on the stove. Later, you'll make cornbread in a cast iron skillet. I'll grab a huge pile of decorating magazines, and we'll look through them, sipping margaritas or pomegranate fruit smoothies, your choice.
The weather is frightful, but your bedroom is delightful, furnished with poofy down-filled comforters and flannel sheets. We're snowbound. Don't worry--we've got all kinds of food.
Just for tonight, our worries are buried, and the hectic world is far, far away.
In the morning, we'll make snow angels, sweeping our arms through the pristine snow. Then we'll fill the bird feeders and gather pine cones and kindling. We'll hurry inside, build a fire, and bake oatmeal-raisin cookies (calories don't count when you're snowbound).
That evening, we'll watch black and white movies, eat buttered popcorn,
and wrap up in colorful tartan blankets.
No matter the style, a cabin is always beguiling,
whether you find one that is hidden in a Northwest forest...
...or transformed during the magical Blue Hour.
Your perfect cabin may be near the ski trail...
... or in a Norwegian-like wood.
An early winter snowfall + a cabin = a cozy world
You're invited to join us every Sunday for an armchair house tour.
Shared at Metamorphosis Monday