Tuesday, March 13

that Special Occasion indeed

                               
                                   Opening the barn door for early morning stables
                            and being greeted by a low, welcoming whinny.
                                                                   
                                                       
The resonance of clip clopping hooves muffled by morning mist.

Breathing deeply,
inhaling the joy of England in the early Spring
and trusting today will deliver its promise of sunshine.

Sitting in the garden (albeit in a coat) just because I can.
Breakfasting on porridge with cinnamon and sourdough toast,
answering emails on the laptop
while birds compete in volume with The Archers on the radio.
Birds win.

A mad scurry of housework to let sunshine
flood through windows curtained by winter grime.

Painting furniture in the garden.
Annie Sloane, Farrow & Ball, fashionably chalky greys gently dried by sunlight.

To friends for Sunday lunch of homemade hummus,
roasted plum tomatoes and artisan breads.
Gossiping with gusto about nothing and no-one in particular.

Driving home with the windows down.

Thinking I really should be doing something and doing nothing.

Sitting side by side on the back doorstep watching
the sun set in a show-off blaze of multicoloured glory
sipping Veuve Clicquot from our best glasses,
a Christmas present saved for That Special Occasion.
Knowing nothing gets more special than this.


20 comments:

Liz said...

Beautiful post!
Liz @ Shortbread & Ginger

Menopausalmusing said...

How wonderful that I should get up from sitting on the edge of the bed (having sat and watched a magpie trying to remove a large twig from a hedge)......... listened to the birdsong and commented on how lovely it is to breath in fresh, spring air through the open window....... and then to read your post......... a lovely start to the day. (I have been up for hours, and just stopped to sit down and gawk out of the window for gawkings sake).

Incidentally, I am trying your natural cure for keeping deer at bay. Lovely as they are to see, they dessimated our garden last year!

Jane said...

Sounds perfect.

sue15cat said...

Sometimes doing 'nothing when you should be doing something' is simply the best kind of special occasion.

We have a bottle of Champagne that we forgot to open on moving in day that I think will be drunk tonight to celebrate.....it being Tuesday!!

Sue xx

Pennyblossoms said...

Perfick!
Z xx

Autumn Mist said...

Wonderful! You've captured everything that's best about being in England at this time of year.

Sherri B. said...

Great post! Your wonderful description of the events took me right along with you...I did leave you alone on the back steps though! xo

Gena said...

Sounds like a wonderfully perfect day Elaine! thank you for stopping by my blog xx

delia hornbook said...

I was right with you in everyone of those special moments its like i was inside a beautiful book and reading it. Magical time spent indeed. dee xx

Melissa said...

Beautifully put and beautifully shared :)

Sylvia said...

Sounds wonderful, Elaine !
Just saw your previous post, they are so cute !
Have a nice week,
Sylvia

OhSoVintage said...

Yes it can't get much more perfect than that. Husband & I went for a long walk in the New Forest yesterday and we both said what a perfect day it had been. All the birds were singing and celebrating such beautiful sunshine and Spring is about to burst upon us.
Ruth x

Country Cottage Chic said...

A perfect day!

Maria said...

How lovely!! sounded like a song from the past!!What a wonderful day...

Janet said...

That certainly sounds like heaven to me ! x

Purrfect Haven said...

.. i wallowed and just let go and drifted in your post. Bliss. Love Helen, Darcy and Bingley xxx

Sandi said...

Blissful weekend from the whinny to the doorstep. Love the little newcomers in your last post, very sweet.
xx Sandi

Vintage Jane said...

What a wonderful post. Felt as though I was there with you. A special occasion indeed! M x

Joanne said...

Your life sounds like heaven to me when I think of Dorset in springtime. It makes me think of Enid Blyton books and The Famous Five and dreamy days gone by.
I love old England and you have captured it beautifully in your post.
It's good to have found your blog. Have a great spring.
Enjoy!
Jo May.

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