Tuesday, January 17, 2012

My little life

It is exactly 5:04pm. Dinner is almost ready. I’m making garbanzo soup…

And I have noticed that outside my kitchen window is still daylight. This is good; this is very good. The sun’s arc has began growing longer and higher in the sky; which means, days are lengthening—we’re walking towards something marvelous, and in case I forget (I tend to do that often), I have discovered that all I have to do is hop over to my bloggy friend Kathy and be reminded that we are just about 63 days away from spring… yes, spring! And all these many words just to say that? Why do I go round and round words?—like a moth irrevocably drawn to a flame.

Yes, I love words; all those silent consonants, words that can either be interpreted in English while spoken in Spanish or Italian or French; words that came straight to English from Medieval Latin—go figure; and then there are long words, short words; pretty words; too complicated words and words that mean nothing, and when you use them you’re pretty much guaranteed to end all conversation and, most probably scare off a few readers from your blog as well ;) But your options are unlimited. Do I make sense? No sense at all? I understand ;)

We are expecting a cold front tonight; dropping to a chilly 17 degrees early tomorrow morning, the lowest temperatures of the new year thus far… Historically speaking, the period between January 10 and 20 brings more below-zero temperatures to our valley than any other time during the winter. I’m not looking forward to it—chilly temperatures that make your face so numbed you can’t hardly feel your nose is dripping… drip drip—winter bitter winter biting, but inside is very inviting! ;)

And I have visions of a cottage softly illuminated by the twinkling light of candles, a light snow is falling outside; a warm fire inside, the children are nestled all snug in their beds, heated blankets, wool socks and furry friends—visions of winter cozyness… you get the idea.

The wonderful smell of the aforementioned garbanzo soup is starting to draw my family to the kitchen… just in time for dinner, so I better be off now! But before I go I want to say THANK YOU for always always being here; for your comments and silent words; for being this immense part of my life and my little world. I thank YOU. Please feel the love floating away… your way.