I Couldn't Write Today

It's true, I couldn't write today. It was raining sooo hard the words kept smudging as I typed. I thought what's the point of that, no one will be able to read the posting if it's all a messy blur.

So that's why I didn't post today.  I know that's a terrible excuse, but at least I didn't tell you the dog ate my article.

In truth, while it poured outside, I made yummy homemade chicken soup with cilantro and orzo pasta, and dear hubby set himself to making a couple of loaves of fresh rye bread. Then I had a snuggly nap with the window open a crack so I could hear the rain. I love listening to the rain as it falls on a summer day. I love watching it plunk into already-brimming bird baths and drip teardrops off petals and leaves and branches.  And don't you just love that fresh earthy smell?

It all seems so cozy when I'm inside enjoying the wafts of homemade chicken soup and bread baking in the oven.  I've seem more umbrellas out in our city than ever I can remember. Even used one myself when I went on a couple of errands.  Later in the afternoon I finished working on an article due in the editor's inbox of our writers fellowship magazine. 

Since it's been raining so much here in Alberta, I started thinking we must be living on the plains in Spain, which of course reminds me of that wonderful classic movie My Fair Lady with Audrey Hepburn and Rex Harrison, where she learns to speak so eloquently and sings that delightful song 'The rain in Spain falls mainly in the plain."

It was a long time before I paid attention to the fact that most of my personal journal entries open with a glimpse at the weather. It's as if I'm setting the scene for the new day. Although I do not take my mood from the weather, perhaps the weather partly 'dictates' what I shall be about for the day.  Some activities require rain and cloud, other must have bright blue skies and sunbeams streaming through lacy curtains for them to be enjoyed properly.

As I say, I don't pay attention to the weather so as to adjust my mood to it. Although I know we are all affected by the weather systems, some more than others, I really do try not to get under it.  For I'll always recall one fellow who kidded his wife, what are you doing under there, when she mentioned she'd been feeling a little under the weather.

So there it is, a little of why I couldn't write today.  I'll see you tomorrow. In the meantime, I wish you sweet rest and safety.  "He gives his angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways" (I love saying it the olde English way best.)

Hugs,
Brenda