John arrived up from County Clare pulling a big trailer behind his jeep. He was here to pick up the couches. I was happy to see him and once he carried out the furniture with H's help it seemed that the living room was once again allowed to breathe new air.
They loaded the couches into the trailer and I laughed because men moving furniture is such a serious affair. All of a sudden they seem to have a sense of camaraderie about them, busying themselves with knots and plastic and movement. Still, I'm so relieved to see them go, the couches that is and I do admit they did look a little tired, like old elephants for some reason. I hope John will understand that the few dings on the leather are from our very wonderful old cat, Bella, who somehow had a penchant for such things. But that is long ago now.
I made a Parsnip and coconut cake to celebrate. Dairy free and wonderful. I used organic coconut oil. The flavours work a treat and the frosting strangely enough reminds me of my childhood. I am always on the look out for something different and this cake is a winner and perfect with a cup of coffee.
I encouraged Tom, our wonderful painter, to partake of a slice but he was busy gauging the work involved in repainting the kitchen. He assured me it would be done when we journey to Dublin on Saturday to look for new couches. I know. We have to drive two hundred and fifty miles just to buy some furniture. Ridiculous I hear you say. But true. You see, this recession has caused all of the local furniture stores to close down. It was a bit of a revelation to discover this fact when H and I drove around the old shopping centres a few days ago in search of at least one open store. Nada. All boarded up. Liquidated. Just like that. Anyway, Tom is a treasure. Tom guarantees all those stains and cracks will be erased by the time I get back on Saturday evening. All those stews and cakes and pancakes and turkeys and hams and pastries and cinnamon rolls and roast chickens and legs of lamb will be gone from the walls and I can begin all over again.
The days have turned bitterly cold once more and even the dogs have no interest in being outdoors. I keep thinking about the warm days to come and apart from the odd, sporadic day of sunshine the weather forecast does not look good. But we keep going. Planning and dreaming. Moving things around. Lighting the candles and eating the good nourishing food and never once thinking that we have it bad. The gods have been good so far this year and even though the ash tree is slow to bud, it will when it is ready. Just like everything else really. Ready in its own good time.