I'm sure it was six p.m. when I took this photograph. It might have been a little after six but not by much because I was making enchiladas at the time, just about to add some cumin and chili powder, just before I decided how much to measure out when I looked out the kitchen window facing West and saw the patch of apricot and reached for my phone and clicked and hoped. I hoped it might show up on the piece of my phone designated for memorable moments. I was hoping the phone might say; 'Mary, cooking encililadas for dinner on Friday evening at a little after six, sipping a glass of wine, texting a beef burgundy recipe to her son in Dublin, reading a very inspirational comment from Harrison Solow about a blog she had written, thinking about her short story being short listed for a decent competition, double guessing things, trying to be a good person but sometimes not measuring up, wanting it to stop being cold and dreary, celebrating the apricot in the sky...listening to the theme music from Nebraska, the movie, wishing it did not haunt her so much as it does. Yes, that's it really. Nothing much more than that for the close of February. I actually wanted to type January here because to be honest there has not been much of a difference between the two months this year. I like the approach of March. My birthday. The daffodils in the garden finally about to explode into bold yellow.
I just want to thank Harrison. I hope you read my blog. This pithy little essay on the life of a homemaker in the west of Ireland on a late February night who saw a patch of apricot in the sky about the same time she read your message to her. Because, what I think is that we all need each other and sometimes it is not easy to be honest and when you do, if you are brave enough, you leave yourself open to all kinds of abuse and opinion about the kind of person you are and believe me if you even dare to express anything about anything in this country well you are immediately categorised and people don't like that but I will be damned if I will join the fraternity of silent middle-aged women who have given up. By responding gives hope. I know.
I also want to clear the air on being requested to participate in a blog challenge or whatever it is called. Several people on Red Room have asked me to participate and I have turned them down. I felt they took my rejection as something personal but that is not the case. I see no point in blogging as a challenge and mentioning somebody else on my blog so that the person might go and read the blog of that person etc., etc.,....sorry but really why? I think we all do a good job on Red Room. Blogging is really not a business. It is a form of expression. A connection. It is not a race, a competition, a who's who, a 'I'm more popular than you' kind of thing. At least it is not for me. If anyone wants to read my blog let them do so, if they do not well I am not going to lose any sleep over it...either way, I enjoy the journey, the words on the page, the screen, the person who seeks me out.
Enough. Good evening. Thanks again, Harrison. You liberated me tonight along with the apricot sky!
Best from a dark and broody Irish night. mx