Repost | For A Good Long While
Words I wrote on a rainy spring day
Every May, and especially this one that’s brought so many rainy days, I think of these words I wrote one spring - a spring that felt especially harrowing, and how a simple pause while looking out a rain-dropped window helped ground me, settle me, and bring me back to breath and peace. Enjoy these words from May of 2020.
It felt so extravagant sitting there in the window seat padded with cushions, a cup of tea in hand. An extravagant pause in a day that as yet had none. There in the quiet, I watched the evening go by through the rain-dropped window.
A burly chain of thunderstorms had just passed through, leaving the landscape vibrant and dripping. Robins and grackles dotted the grass, appreciative of the freshly mown lawn, now watered, too. On the porch sat the soaked box of mail-order David Austin rose bushes waiting for their planting out. Just beyond the picnic table, in the narrow bed against the shed, a happy pop if deep blue Muscari bloomed. Below my window, riotous weeds threatened to overtake the flower bed (we’ll see about that). Overhead, soggy, unkept clouds pushed and shoved their way over the hill to the next small town.
I leaned my head against the window and watched for a good long while.
So, you are also having many rainy days? So are we in Connecticut. I feel like I'm in limbo. But I don't want to become negative about it. Sitting quietly is always a good thing.
I want to tell you and your readers about a book - Raising Hare, by Chole Dalton. An Englishwoman, during the lockdown, finds a baby hare which is seemingly abandoned. She does her utmost to care for it. What a book! (true story). So beautiful, so beautifully written! Everybody, read it!!
As always, you settled me.