My dear friend, Roshan, over at Awake and Dreaming has given me this lovely Bear Hug award. It arrived on a day when I was feeling a little down so it really cheered me up.
I ‘d like to pass it on to absolutely all of you because I want to give all of you a hug for keeping me company in the blogosphere. Thank you Roshan. You are a sweetie!
Do Rainy Days and Fridays get you down the way Rainy Days and Mondays do? Sometimes. Especially if it’s been raining all week.
Sometimes I enjoy a good old sombre mood where everything is tinged with shades of purple. It can be a relief to not have to paint your face with a happy look, to make the effort to be cheery, and just sit and meld with the descending darkness.
It can be a form of comfort to just sit and listen to the rain flickering on the windows and to wrap yourself in gloom. But sometimes in the rain the honeyeaters come – so quickly you almost miss them – to drink rain and pollen from deep pink camellia flowers.
It is enchanting to see them skim the tops of moss green branches as they search for suitable blossoms, flitting between sheets of rains like skiers on a slalom. Visibility is so bad that I become sure they must have visited the garden before and are flying purely from memory.
Watching them bounce and dart through the window spreads a little smear of happiness on the grey day. I want to run outside and thank them for visiting the rain-washed garden, for appearing so suddenly as hope often does after times of morose solitude.
I lift my umbrella from the doorhandle where I have left it to drip and run to greet them – but they have gone, a spray of pollen on pink petals that is quickly turning orange with the rain; the only evidence that they ever visited at all.