I awoke uninspired and unexcited. It wasn’t the weather’s fault, and I knew that. The only thing making this a less than perfect day was my own mind, which, admittedly, was slow and fogged after less than optimal sleep and yesterday’s excess of rich and salty potluck food.
Still, it was pouring rain and about 40 degrees, and there would be no eating breakfast on the porch while listening to the birds, or visiting our neighbor’s friendly cat on my morning walk, or feeling the warmth and seeing the golden tints of the sun.
I enjoy a nice rainy day that encourages me to stay inside… most of the time. That is, when I haven’t spent nearly every day of the past 6 months mostly indoors. But I managed to turn today around – again, in my own mind – and enjoy the rain. A friend stopped by for tea and a long chat. Thom vacuumed, and I purged the bookshelves and switched around the summer and winter clothing. I sorted through papers with a purring cat on my lap while smelling the baking bread.
It’s going to rain more tonight, and I look forward to listening to the drops hitting the roof and windows, while I cozily lounge with a book. It’s going to rain more tomorrow, and I will think of the seeds in my garden that hopefully will sprout, and the trees that need all this water for their new leaves.