Tuesday, November 13, 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 camera and peripherals, 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, I pull out a canister of Chinese flower teas, 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 contents of pot and cup are almost too arty to drink, and I take picture after picture.

There is a stack of arty books to prowl through, a little Mozart 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 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.

5 comments:

Tabor said...

The warmth soft and small is enough.

Barbara R. said...

Great words to describe these early days of drear. I have many neighbors who leave their blinds closed all the time. I am doing so at night to keep more heat inside now. But I can't imagine not opening them each day to see how the trees, light and elements are doing. What a wonderful tea, and I hope it tasted as good as it looks.

Jeanne said...

Beautifully written -- I'm there with you, in spirit and in each lovely detail you've shared!

Pienosole said...

You certainly know how to lighten up a dark day such as this one. Thank you for your inspiration 😊🙏🏻

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

so good
and thank you for your encouraging words....