Let's take a pause from gloomy gray days, please! Not that a warm glow hasn't filled the farmhouse -- it has. A candle burns from breakfast until bedtime. The kitchen table is full of color.
But I feel for all who live their waking hours outdoors. It can't be fun.
So again -- please, may we have some sunshine tomorrow? I mean, it's my younger girl's birthday -- she more than deserves it. A tiny bit? Okay, I'll settle for a tiny bit. If you promise you'll deliver a blast of the real deal the day after that, because you know, we're entering a new era. So, with sunshine, okay? Thank you.
Now back to the gray skies and the cold, sunless skies of today. A perfect day for writing and I do write, or not really write, but edit poorly written sentences. Which is like digging out the rotten spots on a piece of squash before you cut it up and put it in the oven.
(My mind is on squash because I'm roasting some for tonight's dinner.)
Near evening, Ed and I take a walk. Very reluctantly. Remember, we are in a gray and cold world right now. He suggests the Nature Conservancy trail, just for a change. A short drive and we are there.
Perhaps the nicest thing about it is that it is completely empty. And the sky has a fleeting moment of great beauty -- a rip in the clouds...
But it's icy and when we walk down to the wetlands it's well, even more icy. And as Ed put it -- surely devoid of any photographable landscape. Unless you're an Ansel Adams or some such talent.
On the drive back, we pause to watch the cattle huddle by the hay bales.
Are the cattle cold? They seem not too happy with the weather... Sunshine, my dears! This week you'll get sunshine! For sure.
