Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Morning in Bloom

Skies are leaden, and a fine murk wraps the village.  This is one of those mornings when the village seems to be dancing (or skating) on the edge of the world and the weather and not sure where it belongs. 

Adjectives like dark and sunless are evocative, but there are better words for and about such intervals: bosky, caliginous, cloudy, crepuscular, dark, dim, drab, dusky, gloomy, murky, nebulous, obfuscous, obscure, opaque, overcast, shadowy, somber, stygian, sunless, tenebrous, twilighted, umbral, vague, wintry.

What to do? With no light to speak of, this is not a good morning for wandering about with my camera and the peripherals that go with it, so far anyway. When Beau and I went out a few minutes ago, a cold raw wind teased the backs of our necks, and the matter of a longer morning walk was put aside for now. My furry son trotted back into the bedroom and curled up on the quilt in my warm spot.

Inside the little blue house in the village, I pull out a basket of Chinese flower teas gifted by my friend Caroline last autumn, then brew up a glass pot full.  As the dried blooms take in liquid and open out, the kitchen is filled with floral perfume, and home is summery all over again.  The glass pot and the contents of my cup are almost too arty to drink, and I take picture after picture.

There is an issue of Artful Blogging to "ooh and ahh" over today, the third Brandenburg concerto on the CD player, a box of art pens in splendid Mediterranean shades to play with.  There will be currant scones this morning, and for dinner this evening something fragrant and spicy (probably curried)  that sings and dances on the tongue.  There is room at the old oak table for everyone, and there are enough mugs and cups to go around too. On days like this, one simply does whatever she can do to light things up.


Barbara Rogers said...

i'm imagining the scent of your floral tea. I'm eating some strange bread for breakfast...strange in that it's not sweet, but roasted garlic, which was left over from a few days ago. I love it!

Tabor said...

What resource do you use for your lovely vocabulary extension lists?

kerrdelune said...

Tabor, just my ancient battered hardcover thesaurus. I am sure there is an online version somewhere though.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Oh my
love your words describing your morning
and I dream
of days in the past like this
I smile and dig out
my ancient thesaurus.
Can do this :)

Kiki said...

Courage always, my dear unbeknown friend..... times will change, just not yet!
Your state of mind, your ‘findings’ of positive influences and signs when times are dire, are laudable, astonishing and wonderful. Stay warm and cozy.