Busy week between the painting and the planting and the baking and the dreaming and the fears and the insights and more dreams and nothing ever seemed to be constant but rather it felt like being on a ship at sea encountering storms and calm and more storms until I finally conceded that life can be like that. Acceptance is wonderful. It helps the journey. You go with the flow.
Saturday morning is my favourite time of the week. H usually deposits a cup of coffee on the bedside dresser for me as Small Dog nudges my arm for a caress. I rise slowly. There is no urgency. We talk. Minutia really. Nothing of matter and that suits after the week that passed. Once awake I amble to the kitchen for another shot of caffeine before heading down to the garden, in Crocs and dressing gown, to count the new shoots of spinach and beetroot. To measure the growth of the peas. Everything seems unusually slow but then again the weather for the most part is inclement and not encouraging of growth.
The cuckoo appears to have moved. Two fields away and I have to strain to hear the sweetest of calls. I fear it is due to the neighbour who felled his trees last fall. We were somewhat grateful as they overshadowed our vegetable patch and we rejoiced over the stretch of fresh light on the land but with gain there is inevitably a loss.
Galway is lovely on a Saturday morning but you need to wrap up well. The buildings are tall and the streets are narrow so little sunshine seeps through. We usually go the market for the good garlic and the cheesemonger for the flaky Parmesan and today a splurge for Goat's cheese coated in ash. It was delicious for lunch with a good baguette from my favourite French bakery. The small Italian coffee shop had a free table al fresco and H and I downed two perfect coffees, perused the newspapers and basked like two cats in what I am positive was the one spot that allowed the warm rays to fall in between the chimney pots and gaps of stone.
I potted geraniums when we got back from town. I figured the scarlet blooms would bring me hope and salvation. And they did just that. What a small little thing but with an immediate and lasting effect. I knew that from the kitchen sink I could gaze out and see the flowers even on rainy days and foggy days and days when nothing was going to be clear or assured and I thought if I can do that well I am lucky and blessed and so with that my day progressed.