When I awoke this
morning to the sound of heavy rain beating upon my bedroom window.,
my inclination was to snuggle down under my quilt and go back to
sleep. Duty called however and so I donned my dressing gown and made
my way downstairs to mend the fires, open the curtains and feed the
cat. These tasks herald the start of my winter days, along with
making the first coffee of the day for the sleeping men folk of the
family.
The wind howled in
the chimneys and the drummed loudly on the roof f the conservatory, a
more miserable and unpromising morning would be hard to imagine.
Still the house was warm and cosy, and although outside was darkened
by the heavy cloud inside all was bright and cheerful.
The cat Moth
revelled in my undivided attention and it was quite a time before I
returned to my room to make the coffee. Some time ago we purchased a
wonderful machine which boils anything from half a cup to a teapot
full of water. Unlike a kettle it does not have to be picked up but
dispenses the water directly into the cups, rather like a coffee
machine does, and this spares me much pain as in the morning my hands
are often more than usually painful.
Enjoying our
breakfast while the rain still fell in torrents discussing our plans
for the day.
My son would spend
his day writing, his new book must be ready in two weeks so he has
his nose to the grindstone. Pa had the laundry to do and I had lots
of Halloween related business to attend to, and so, with the dishes
done we went our separate ways.
As I tidied the
guest room and made preparations for a visit from a friend of my
son's the cat Twiggy sat in the window, patting the glass from time
to time as the wind plastered the panes with small leaves from the
silver birch at the bottom of the garden. As soon as I had made the
bed and covered it with a warm throw, she left the window and curled
up on the guest bed, a favourite roost
when bad weather
keeps her indoors.
All at once the rain
ceased and the sun shone, the wind dropped and I decide that now was
the time for my visit to the shop. As I turned in tot the lane it
seemed that the whole village had the same idea and by the time I
reached the shop in was packed and a long queue had formed at the
till.
Children, on half
term holiday took advantage of the lull in the weather to hop out to
buy sweets and comics with money given them by their harassed mothers
in the hope that in their absence there might be time for a cup of
tea and a few moments of much needed relaxation! A forlorn hope as
the children seemed intent upon hurrying home before the weather
closed in again
By four thirty it
was beginning to be dark and although the rain had stopped the ragged
clouds which scudded across the evening sky promise plenty more rain
overnight.
I love to be out of
doors, in fact I need plenty of fresh air if I am to thrive, however
there is something almost comforting about days like today. Ones
sense of well-being and happiness is accentuated by the awfulness of
the weather in contrast with the cosiness within.
We have hunkered
down for the night, in my room a scented candle burns in a coloured
glass lamp and is casting a rosy glow about the room. My bed awaits
and I shall e glad to slip between the sheets and drift of to sleep,
while the wind which woke me this morning still howls around the old
house
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