Today I love the busy waves as they march across the bay from north-west to south-east in their determined parade to get where they feel they need to be. I love that they keep the secret of what it is they have to do so well. I love the way Bruce County has gone full on festive and decorated its cape across the bay from Grey in the most spectacular silver grey frosted lace trim on every tree. I love the way that Grey county has responded by lightly dusting the trees on the bluff here with frosting as well. I love that we are on the edge of the water and get a view of both these beautiful giants. I love my home area and its often dark and mysterious beauty, I love that its mood can be displayed in the jewels and colors of nature, the glitter of frost, the sparkle of dew drops, the sheets of mirrored glass that sometimes cover calm lakes, the greens and whites and browns below and the blues and whites and reds and oranges and pinks above, and all of that reflected on the water.
Today I love that company is coming and there will be laughter and fun here at the cottage and echos of that will remain for a while. I love that there will be children here, children always make things feel right and whole, like the world is still working the way it’s supposed to. I love that there is a gathering at the church in Kemble today and that I am ready to be part of the entertainment, though I still haven’t completely decided what I’m going to do. I love that the most likely thing will be for me to get there and decide if I’ll tell a story or if I’ll sing a bit or if I’ll do both.
Today I love early mornings at the cottage after sleeping peacefully to the lullaby of the little stream that follows its path beside the cottage and is swollen and rushing down the way in a tumbling rush to the bay. I love that my last thought last night was, “I wonder if I’ll be able to sleep through that noise …?” and then I was gone to dreamland. I love that I have figured out that I do dream but I do not remember the dreams, now to figure out why I’ve lost that and maybe when it happened.
Today I love drinking coffee in a café of my own imagining, one with laced curtains hanging on the cape across the bay.