I'm listening to the rain pounding against the windows, slapping against leaves, not quite believing that I sat on a bench beside the wallflowers for an hour this afternoon, sleeves rolled up, squinting in the sun within the sound of cresting waves while I scribbled on page after page.
That was in between rain and more rain. Any break in the clouds, I've been out that door for a quick walk, but I haven't seen many breaks.
Every stem is drunk with green and the blackbird who had only clucked through this last year has taken to singing in my garden every morning and evening. And it's beautiful.
Yes, I'm sick of getting wet, of having shoes drying out in a row on the boiler and of weeds growing taller and more prolific than everything else. But today, pen and notebook got cracking how they like best and just that hour was enough to restore and refresh ideas that have spent far too many days indoors.
Projects have still been cranking along these last few weeks, but this is better better better.
Phew!
4 comments:
I have been scrolling down to see what I have missed at your blog and I see that I have missed a lot of rain!
We get a lot of rain too.. but when the sun comes out it is so glorious beautiful because of all the green from the rains. And Bill Bryson is one of my favorites too.. I think I have read most of his books.
Hi Donna. Thanks for dropping by. Yes - lots of rain! This region doesn't usually get anywhere near so much, so the greens are wonderful and there are so many bluebells. But as you've read, it spoils my beach life. And I miss how it sustains me and my work. Lots of time to read Bill Bryson books!
your joy at being outside is palpable. We are almost mossy here! carry on!! xo
Hi Jeane. Yes - the good bits have been SO good. Talk about appreciating those moments! Ax
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