Nothing specific to write about this morning ... just a few early musings before I head out to work. I’m in a quiet place, a lull of very little brain, as Winnie-the-Pooh might have said.
We all have our little comfort rituals. One of mine is that first cup of coffee in the morning. I sip the rich scented brew and life flows forth glowing and warm. Ahhh, coffee. Sometimes I feel like I am lurching from one cup of coffee to the next, rewarding myself with a handful of beans, grinding them by hand if I'm feeling energetic, scooping it from the can, if I'm not. It's like fuel to me. And then there are all the things that go with coffee, special little almond biscuits wrapped in tissue paper, or small chunks of chocolate praline wrapped in foil ... nothing too large because it mustn't distract from the main event.
My grandsons picked bouquets of dandelions for me yesterday, carrying them carefully between closed hands like a chalice. I placed them in a jar on my desk and this morning their brief royalty has been spent.
It is raining right now, raining as though the sun may never shine again. It's hard to believe that only yesterday I stood in bare limbs and squinted at a peerless sky. It seems to me that rain makes space more intimate. I huddle closer to my keyboard, wrap my hand more tightly around my mug of hot, fragrant coffee, and dream at the stream of rainwater glazing the flowers outside. Soon these mid-May days will again ripen into golden splendour and plenitude. But for now, there is the sweet steady downpour of rain.
All over the house, boxes, all stacked and taped, wait patiently. Only three more days left of work.
I seem to have more and more of those lulls of very little brain. Best of luck on your move, Jo. Love the sweet dande pic of your grandson.
ReplyDeleteThat is most certainly not a lull of very little brain - it is a very superior musing indeed.
ReplyDeleteKnowing that I get to drink a cup of coffee is the main thing that gets me out of bed some mornings!
ReplyDeleteThat picture of your grandson is too precious!
It's always strange, as we approach that fine line that divides endings and new beginnings. Stick with that 'comfort ritual' and cherish those dear grandchildren. Here's to a smooth move ahead.
ReplyDeleteI have a little brain today, as well. It has been gray and threatening here after a week of sunshine. I wonder: does it dampen the thoughts? You're eloquent, at any rate. It must feel somewhat in flux to be surrounded by your packed-up life.
ReplyDelete'A quiet place, a lull of very little brain' - I think you have identified my life's great objective.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Bouquets !
ReplyDeleteThe first flower my daughter picked me was a dandelion. she was just over a year old, tottering on chubby legs. I have always wondered at how she knew flowers could be a gift.
ReplyDeleteI envy you your Nanahood. I sure hope to be a Nana one day!