Carrying Magic Secrets...

Always Bohemian Painting by Kelly Berkey

“She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims...”
― Arundhati RoyThe God of Small Things

 

We've had amazingly warm weather so I've been pulling weeds, taking out old foliage in the beds and adding more mulch. Oh to be digging in the soil mid November! Today I was so hot I scrubbed the porch down and played with the hose water. I know in the spring I'll be thankful for all the work I was able to put in this fall.

BUT...

I'm ready for cold weather. I wake up every morning like a 3 year old on Christmas day, wrap myself in layers of tights and stockings and over the knee socks and tanks and sweaters and fingerless gloves, all to sit on the porch with a steaming cappuccino and a warm kitty on my lap and within 30 minutes I'm stripping down like it's a hot day in July! It feels like 90 degrees which means I need to do things and I'm really just wanting an excuse to sit by the fire and paint. 

I'm complaining about the warmth, someone slap me! 

And because I'm mad at myself for wishing for anything other than what is presented to me right here and  now, I'm going to go for a hike, a journey outside my sliding glass doors. I'm going to lift my face up to the the sweet sun and thank her for all the warmth she has given me. I'll then take a candlelight bubble bath and play with kitty toes and open all the windows until the sun goes down and the cool breeze creeps in, allowing me to snuggle down under layers of blankets with pillows stuffed with sweet rosemary and sage and dream of Friday, when the weather man is promising a dip in temps.