Saturday, February 16, 2013
Ah, February, Maybe you're not so bad. . . .
So I went to bed before 9 and slept 'til 6:30 this (Saturday) morning, and I slogged through enough kilometres to keep my marathon training on track. Then I began working my way through a list of spirit-replenishers:
I downloaded Alan Bradley's Red Herring Without Mustard -- do you know this series, with its delightful young heroine Flavia de Luce?
I began an exciting new knitting project which I'll post about a bit later (acknowledging that for some of you "exciting" and "knitting" may constitute an oxymoron when juxtaposed!).
For this reading and knitting, I ensconced myself in my deep burgundy leather club chair. Was ever furniture better designed for comfort?
Said armchair was near the woodstove which hosted a roaring fire. And regularly, lovely draughts of freesia wafted their way to me from the bouquet Paul brought home on Friday -- even just that he remembered how much I love freesia, in winter, for its scent made me happy. . . .
And then the sun came out . . . and I went walkabout with my camera in the garden . . . so much new life!
I was especially thrilled to discover this little arrangement, which I'd hoped for a few years ago, noticing moss settling onto the rocks underneath a tangle of roses and so tucking a few crocus bulbs there. Then I suppose I forgot about them. But when Pater undertook some serious rose pruning last year, he cleared out the underbrush and gave these little guys a chance to catch my eye. . . .Rather than risk the overly sentimental, I'll leave you to draw your own analogies. I'm just happy that beauty is there to cheer, sometimes in the quietest or darkest corners. . . .
And what about you? Have you been finding beauty or cheer? Or do you need encouragement in its direction, stuck as you might be in one of those darker corners? Feel free to share here -- it's surprising how helpful these blogging conversations can be!