Miz weather versus miz me….

You know those days?  Two things I’m not too keen on doing…looking on the negative and crying.  Neither helps too much and each one tends to fuel the other BUT having said that with all the bravery I can muster…life happens and I do both things, hopefully infrequently.

I had been feeling “out of sorts” for a few days and the weather, which has been blowing across from the UK making it the wettest winter and coldest Spring in 43 years or so I’ve been told, wasn’t helping.  And then the other morning I woke up with Ted as usual having asked the husband for a lift onto the bed, had climbed onto my stomach and sat there staring at me.  I looked past him and out of the window to a silvery lake, soft green spring leaves, misty sky and the steady drip of rain and that was that.  I curled into a ball and decided I’d take a “duvet hour or two” and single-handedly worked myself into a negative mess.  The dear one found me in said position, could see the cloud hanging over my head and did his best to put things into perspective..which worked wonders but caused an indulgence of tears while I worked it all out and took his words to heart.

So – I got out of bed and went downstairs to put the bird feeder out (we have a resident field rat who loves swinging on the feeder at night and stuffing himself silly).
To my horror, I heard…”Oh ‘Ello, Zere you  are!”  Now you have to see it in your head.  There I stood in the drizzle, teetering on tiptoes in the wet grass holding the swinging bird feeder,  in bright pink slippers with embroided flowers on them, a short pale blue night shirt with Winnie the Pooh and Piglet sitting in some bright flowers and “Sleep tight” wishes scrawled at the bottom, a shiny pink nose,  watery eyes and hair that was standing all over the place.  And staring at me were three people I hardly knew.  Fortunately the “out of sorts” feeling came with a certain amount of vagueness so the shock was wrapped in cotton-wool an served warm.

With as much aplomb as I could muster, I dashed inside, found a gown and offered tea and coffee with such finesse even the Queen would have been impressed.  So I sat in my pink slippers, thick white velour gown and pink nose and learnt that they had come to see how we were as they were in the area.  One had just had two pet chickens die, one in her arms, then her guinea pig had to be put to sleep and two days ago her cat was put to sleep as well.  She got tears in her eyes.  The other one took one look at me, told me a bit more about herself and also got tears in her eyes.  The elderly one was hard of hearing,  needed a walking stick and just looked sympathetic and a little confused.

And so I realised once again that we’re all in the same boat one way or another and looking on the positive and having people that care IS the best fix of all.  Turns out I had an allergic reaction to Vitamen D (didn’t know you could have but I’m not to he only one it seems) and after not taking it for a few days, life looked much better.  I’m holding on to the vagueness a bit longer, it helps as an excuse for doing blonde things….

By this time, the sun had decided to make an appearance and the dear one decided that a good way to cheer  up was to shop for hanging baskets and spring flowers so we did just that.  Later in the afternoon, armed with potting soil, flowers and all the necessaries, we hung two beautiful pots on either side of the front door.  As the sun went down, we looked across the lake and saw the Coypu’s (European beavers) on the bank…and with them…six little dark blobs the size of guinea pigs….they had babies!!!

Deer can be seen more often in the fields and the moorhen is building a nest in the reeds.  The cherry tree in the garden is in full pink bloom  and the newly planted herbs have settled in.  So the footpath to France had a few stones in the way but it’s looking clearer and there are now wild primroses growing along the edge.  It’s looking positive again.

A la prochaine
M
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