It seems January is having its way with the
country this year. I can’t recall being “housed in” for this long.I am trying
to make good use of this time away from the garden, away from the lawnmower and
all the outside things that take my time in summer. I have become reacquainted with
my inside space and at the beginning of this hibernation period, I was a bit
overwhelmed – so much was out of sorts (I may have mentioned, on occasion, the
little cobwebs that have taken residence here while I was not looking).
But then,
I managed to see it for what it was, a winter wonderland of piddling when I’m
restless and carrying my broom around sweeping here and there and stopping to
piddle some more, and time in the kitchen to sort bowls and dishes and go
through my spice cabinet to replace and sometimes, discard – all of this while
a winter soup is on the stove and a fire is keeping the kitchen warm and me
company.
Anyway, when I put all of that “confusion” and disorder in this amber
light of hearth and home, my anxiety disappears and my attitude became
something more palatable – it became an opportunity to nest. I don’t have a hit
list or any lofty expectations - just time spent wandering around in here
landing in an interesting corner and tidying up a bit, while Mother Nature
makes her wintery mess outside – a muddle of twigs and branches and decay I will
happily tend to this spring as I leave the indoors to fend for itself until
winter arrives once again.
Winter is the time for
comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a
talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
Edith Sitwell
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