Not a good day for going outside…except possibly to go to the greenmarket where I find
interesting patterns on the rutabagas –
and whatever these things are…
It is miserable out and one’s hands turn red immediately.
Snow falls on the wool
and the bread…
pears and more pears…
so I go home to make wooly hats
Happy New Year!
A friend has a magic house in the country near the foothills of the Atlas Mountains.
Everything there delights the senses.
We go up to the loggia to drink tea and coffee…
and eat cakes.
We look at the view
then walk out into the garden.
After that a lunch of treed – chicken and veggies on a bed of soft bread.
Then time to reflect in mirrors
and in water.
I’m nostalgic already.
Apparently the Danish word ‘hygge’ – pronounced hoogah – was chosen one of the trending words of the ill-fated year 2016. It has to do with cosiness and comfort and how to survive a long cold winter. Candles – a soft, kind, romantic light. Chatting with friends.
Chatting with friends about books. Finding faces in cookies…
Books – to escape into different worlds without the use of technology.
Walking and bicycling – exercise and transportation rolled into one – no pollution either.
Knitting – most therapeutic and producing endless cosy wooly hats for which there may or may not be takers….
It all sounds splendidly friendly and lazy and not striving at all…
Home made soup, perhaps and paper whites at the window.
I’m sure comfort also lies in having access to health care etc etc…
I discover I am wonderfully in tune with the times and didn’t know it.
Happy New Year!