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A Few of My Favorite Things About Oxford


Maria once sang,
Raindrops on Roses, Whiskers on Kittens...
You know the song, A Few of My Favorite Things. I decided to follow her example and create a list of my own favorite things about Oxford...

Sitting in New College's library window seat. This library maintains a perfectly warm temperature to keep me comfortable while studying. The heater is right beneath the window seat cushion, so I quite enjoy the warmth. I can stretch out, relaxing while studying.

Waking up to the gentle sound of rain tapping its morning, "hello" on my window. It is comforting to be snuggled in my bed, huddled in the heat, beneath comfy blankets, looking out of my window to the cold, morning dripping down the pane, little pitter patters echoing in my room.

Taking a deep breath and smelling fireplaces from the chimney smoke of neighbors as I walk down my street.

Gloucester Green market. A city market that takes place every Wednesday in the city square. Local venders arrive early in the morning to sell their finest products. It is the best place to buy fresh produce, delicious cheese, and homemade bread. Each of the venders is friendly and refer to me as "Love" or "Darlin'"
The sunrises. Some mornings, when I'm not too exhausted from the week's activities, I manage to sneak out in the morning to enjoy a sunrise. Although I never seem to enjoy initially getting out the door, once the sun pokes his head over the rolling green meadow, I always smile, pleased that I got out of bed. Typically, the morning mist creates a foggy effect, highlighting the sunrise even more. It is a perfect contrast of brightening sky against a purpley, grey cloud of earth.

Rock and Roll... but that's for another post!

Old books. The smell, feel, and look of them. Connecting with words written years ago as I walk the same streets and open the same doors as the authors once did.

Hearing the ringing sound of church bells chime the hours of the day, echoing throughout the city.

The shining moon between clouds swept across a frigid night sky.

A few of my favorite things... another way to say a few of the ways I experience the blessings of God.
May you take the time to reflect on your favorite things, knowing that these things are God given, unique to you, His precious child.
All my love,
Gennavieve

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