As regular readers may have noticed, I’ve been absent from the blogosphere for a while.
I’ve been suffering from a mystery malaise ~ not ‘flu exactly, although it exhibited some of the symptoms. Extreme body temperatures left me weak and wobbly. I’ve hardly left the house and have spent most of the last fortnight in bed. Thank Heaven for the onesie ~ I’ve now got three. When I was so cold that I couldn’t imagine what warm felt like, I wore one inside another. And yes, I pulled both hoods over my head. It was comforting and before long I was ‘snug as a bug in a rug,’ as my mother used to say.
Indie dog instantly understood that I wasn’t on top form, making do with short walks, when The Artist returned from his Age UK assignments. The rest of the day she spent snuggled by my side, smiling sympathetically and treating me to the odd lick. She’s not really allowed on our bed but we made an exception, for my benefit:
When I wasn’t dozing or meditating, I managed to read a couple of novels ~ ‘Until I Met You’, by Lisa Jewel in paperback and Patricia Sands’ ‘The Promise of Provence’ on Kindle. (In my mind there is no debate about whether one format is superior to the other ~ they are equally valid. Whilst I agree that it is nice to hold an actual book in my hands, physically turning the pages, I also find backlit text invaluable, especially when energy saving dim bulbs render the printed word into a grey~on~grey blur.)
Although I’m generally an out~doorsy person, I was wise to stay inside, protected from the elements. Weather conditions across the UK are extreme at the moment. 70 mph gusts of wind, stormy skies and unusually high tides have often prevented ferries from sailing, thus randomly isolating us from the mainland. Ah, well. That’s the price we pay for the privilege of living on The Island, I guess.
But it’s not relentlessly grim, not here anyway ~ although other parts of the country have been devastated by floods and are threatened with more.
Every now and then, sharp winter sunshine pierces clouds heavy with rain ~ and the contrast is literally awe~some. And, although the buffeting wind is chilly, there are intervals of clear blue skies too ~ a portent of a long hot summer, according to long~range forecasts. We’ll see.
Feeling a little better and clad from head to bike~booted toe in thermal layers, I ventured out this morning, accompanied by my faithful companion. I noticed how bright everything looked: pavements, houses and evergreen hedges washed and blow~dried by elemental forces. And, as Indie and I sauntered along a well~worn foot path, I passed catkins swaying on hazel branches and heard birds tweeting merrily, as they gathered material for their nests. Signs that Spring is in the ~ somewhat turbulent ~ air. Unconcerned about global crises, the organic world just goes with the natural flow.
Sounds like a plan to me.
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