It was a day today. Just a normal day.
It was a Sunday, in northern Massachusetts, in the last week of October.
It rained all day and the wind kept sweeping back and forth across our yard, seemingly intent on scrubbing away all signs of summer.
The yellow leaves swirled through the air like dancers and the newly empty trees bowed to the left and to the right.
I sat in my comfy rocker with a blanket on my knees. I watched the weather and smiled.
It was perfect.
Like every other adult in the world today, my days are packed with responsibilities. Taking care of my grandchildren and one of their friends, shopping, cooking, entertaining friends, helping to look after my elderly Mom, dealing with two young and energetic dogs……
All of it is good and all of really does bring me joy.
But I am exhausted. I’ve spent the past ten days or so fighting off a visit to the doctor. Refusing to go on medications that make me feel worse than I did before. The nose is stuffy, the lungs are wheezy, the aches are chasing the pains across my spine and I have a mystery foot ailment that has me limping like an old sailor.
I needed one day to myself.
And my dear friend, Mother Nature, has complied. It is cold. It is too rainy to work in the yard. Too cold to clean the garage. I had some new friends here for dinner last night, so there is no need clean anything.
Today has been spent reading a very cool mystery novel (The Nowhere Child). It has been spent sipping tea and eating mini cannolis brought by our friends. Dogs have been snoozing on my lap.
Even my workaholic husband has been reading, snoozing and playing games on his phone.
As I sit here now, I am looking out at a gray, dreary dusk. The rain pours down. The wind keeps blowing.
As I sit here, the light of my house shines in contrast to the cold night ahead. I am safe. I am sitting. I gaze out into the golden glow of the leaves that remain on our beech and oak trees. I can see the last bright sign of life from our “Burning bush”. I know that winter is heading our way.
But all will be well.
Because every now and then, a day will come when my body tells me to simply sit down and shut up. I’ll pour some hot herb tea, grab a good book, and fold the fuzzy blanket over the dog on my lap.
Life is good. Especially when we don’t expect it to be.
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sounds perfect and just what you needed
We all need days like that on occasion just to say relax and rest and slow way down. I’m glad you listened and hope you feel better soon.
*I also owe you a big thank you for clearing up a mystery that has been dogging me for the past few weeks. Every 2nd or 3rd yard I pass on my daily walks has these amazing, fiery red bushes in their yard and I’ve had no idea what they are. The name is perfect: Burning Bush!
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Aren’t they so beautiful???? I love mine, but I love it even more when I pass hillsides that have been planted with them. Amazing!
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It is an optimist indeed who sees a blessing in dreary weather! So glad you had the time to rest. And hope you admit it when you need it and take it—even in better weather.
Awesome day yesterday wasn’t it!! But today it’s sunny and beautiful, off to the grocery store🥰