Friday, 6 February 2009

Restless hedge

Too long in the dark restless hedge of Winter, I am taking pleasure in small things. 

Forgotten in the freezer, I found a portion of spicy sweet potato soup that I savoured at lunch time like rare gold nectar. As I write, pink red chunks of rhubarb are falling in on themselves, cheering the house with the warm company of an added clove. And for tomorrow, there are blueberries to stain the pale rims of pancakes.

I had a decent walk today, without feeling chilled through to my bones, without snow falling on me, without the wind nearly blowing my ears off, without getting soaked to the skin.

And best of all, the daylight hung around later, like a friend who didn't want to go home.