When I opened the front porch this morning to let the cat out I was astounded to see not a cloud in the sky and to top it all not a puff of wind to be heard or witnessed from my barefooted stance at the door. I breathed a sigh of relief as the cat meandered out to sniff the lavender shrubs and browse amongst the dead leaves near the gate. I made coffee first thing and went out to discover a large brown egg nestling in the straw in the chicken coop. I decided to leave it rest for my youngest son who takes such joy from discovering these gifts and lifts it each time like he's found the crock of gold at the end of the rainbow. That gives me more pleasure than the discovery of an actual egg. Simple things never fail to please especially as a mother who watches for such things.
One hour later the sky turned the shade of squashed blackberries and the rain moved in with the power that only the Atlantic Westerly wind can bring. I drove to my work experience and listend to Eric Clapton sing After Midnight. It suited my mood. I was feeling rested, relaxed, is the word, my anxiety dispersed over the last few days. i was beginning to enjoy the prospect of my day in a restaurant that serves good food surrounded by good people.
There, that's all there is to this day. I went to work and loved every minute. I made pastry and potato salad and more courgette fritters and helped with the plating up of food and learnt how to decorate a plate and devoured every second and never felt the time move on and when I got home everyone was happy to see me especially small dog who ran in circles at my feet and made small crying sounds so happy she was to see me. And I set about to make an apple and blueberry cake and I used the eggs from our chickens and the yolks were yellow as the sun that we never get to see and eventually the blueberries oozed through the cake mix and bled into the cake dough and it looked magnificent and we had it for dessert and I must have sounded like a broken record for the number of times I said, how wonderful the cake mix was because of the eggs and the smell was pure heaven and everyone agreed and I gave a morsel to small dog and she moved her lips as if to say ''Mary, i love you because of the good food on this table and thank heavens for the chickens and for the love at this table'' and I replied, ''Small dog, you only add to this table in this kitchen with the rain falling heavy on the windows but tomorrow it might be a nice day and it is tomorrow that we bank on and tomorrow our dreams are coming drifting in on the wind, clearing out the clouds, wiping the sky like a slate to reveal a milky-blue board where we can chalk up our wishes, fulfil the most basic of days and more important;y remind ourselves to keep on going, to face whatever the winds choose to cast our way.