The kind of spring morning you wish would never end. 🌸🍃
From another room in Grandma’s house, soft 1940s vintage melodies float through the floral wallpaper and sunlit curtains. The gramophone crackles gently as sunlight pours in, casting golden patterns onto the teacups and fresh-cut daisies on the table.

Outside, the garden hums with quiet life — bees in the lavender, birds calling from blooming trees, and a breeze that smells like childhood.
You’re not in a rush. You’re exactly where time slows down.

BEST WITH TEA, A BLANKET, AND A FEW MEMORIES YOU HAVEN'T VISITED IN A WHILE. ☕🌼
LET THIS MUSIC WRAP AROUND YOU LIKE A WARM MORNING IN A HOME THAT’S ALWAYS WAITED FOR Y