The weather here is a jumble of everything good… sun dancing in and out of clouds, surprise storms, steady rain that the birds sing right through, and then wind to blow it all away and the sun comes around again. The wind comes in unpredictable gusts, like it’s teasing you… you walk around a building and all of a sudden, you’re nearly blown over, or an abrupt strong puff seems to come straight up from the cobbles and your skirt almost goes over your face. One minute you’re wrapping your sweater just a little bit tighter around you, the next, everything goes still and the sun is shining hard and bright and you’re feeling like changing into a bathing suit. And there is wonderful thunder here… it shakes the cottage like an earthquake! It’s fun… like a week’s work of atmosphere stirred into one day.
I don’t want to admit it, but there is something I haven’t been liking. I don’t like it when night comes. First of all, I’ve never been very good at letting the day go… there’s usually more I expected to get done and when it’s time to go to bed, sometimes it feels more like defeat than the natural end of a day. It especially feels funny when you are in an unfamiliar place and have no one to say ‘goodnight’ to. And it feels even funnier when you don’t really know a soul nearby, nobody to run to if you have an emergency, and the closest telephone is a payphone screwed into the wall and you’d have to punch in about 58 numbers before you could even get ahold of anyone… So, I have been feeling a little bit uneasy when I try to fall asleep some nights. Two nights I’ve heard owls right outside my window, which was exciting and a good thing. Then there was the night the clothes line I rigged up in the studio to hang my paintings from collapsed, and I had no way of knowing what the crash was until I got the courage to go downstairs and investigate, expecting to find a smashed window or something. But with every night, I’m becoming more relaxed. I remind myself that there is no security in this life, and anything, good or bad, could happen at any moment. So I may as well be at peace, and when occasions happen, just rise to them accordingly and to the best of my ability. Last night before bed, I made a strawberry-rhubarb pie. I needed to use up the strawberries I got at the market on Thursday. MMM! It turned out well, and I slept soundly.
Happy Mother’s day to my mom, and to both of my grandmas and to all of my friends who are mamas!
|I wonder what kind of tree this is?|