Monday, January 3, 2011

back to it


Our B&BLD [bed&breakfast,lunch and dinner] has shut for the season, now the house feels disturbingly empty. Even the dogs notice. They go to bed earlier, wake later, their routine has been shaken, they've trouble finding their equilibrium. So do I.

I'm selfish enough to long for a heavy snow. Locked inside for a time. Allowed to sit by the fire, nap, catch up with friends old and new, play with my toys, read a book, plan a trip. Celebrations with the masses are over, time for we time.


I'm not glum, I like this time of year. Traditionally, I say this without benefit of an almanac, these next 2 weeks are the coldest of our year. Dark, gray, bitter January. Perfect for hunkering down. This week not so much...

Instead, it's nose to the grindstone. Resolute in our resolutions. Racing towards the new.

This week, take a breath, remember to honor your past, and while enjoying your winter seed catalogs, seek scented plants. They speak of the promise of warmer days to come.

Toad
all portraits by the incomparable, talented, cherished Inga Moore

6 comments:

Shelley said...

Oh, Toad, so well said! I'm always torn between the exuberance of the New Year and wanting to hunker down and, not quite hibernate, but something like nesting. Nothing to do with children or decor, but all about hearth and home. Love your B&BLD; however, providing full board can eventually be wearying. Happy New Year.

ADG said...

What did ya git for Christmas?

preppyplayer said...

The fire is burning, the house is quiet, fresh coffee brewing, reading blogs between cleaning closets, paying bills, and organizing mail...
So far, so good.

Anonymous said...

"Life in the closing days...". Really? You need to read Paul Scott and have a good think about your tagline.

LPC said...

Lovely post, Toad. I'm with ya.

Toad said...

Anon, would that be the Scott who shares my birthday, or the comic booker?