Today I love the secrets of toast, like the fact that the butter and jam needs to be spread out evenly around the outside because the crust needs that more than the middle part does, and the fact that once the outside has been adequately buttered and jammed the middle is almost done anyway. I love the secrets of the bay, the way it can run one way and when you look away and look back it can be running the other way like it’s a child at play but it doesn’t want you to see what it’s going to do next. I love the secrets of Winter, the magician that misdirects your attention by having you look at the trees trimmed in snowy lace and splashed in sunlight, and while you do that it throws up a veil and Bruce county disappears across the bay like it was never there. I love the flag standing straight up from the angled pole here at the cottage, it has its own secret, that it longed to be a gymnast and is now content to play. I love the secrets of the wind, though everyone knows the wind can’t keep secrets, it howls them through the night and whispers and roars them through the day, but since they are in a language we do not speak the dear old wind’s secrets are safe still even though the blithering fool cannot, will not keep them to themself. I love the secrets that the sun keeps, it must know everyone’s secrets, it keeps glancing in at us today, seeing what we’re doing, seeing what we’re thinking, seeing who we are when the storm rages all around.
Today I love the sound of the fireplace flaring up like an actor withing the wings of its own little stage when the thermostat tells it it is time for the next show. I love the easy way that snow pants can become indoor attire when the cottage is slowly warming up. I love that we brought the little TV up from the cottage basement yesterday and bundled up on the couch and watched old Jeeves and Wooster episodes we’d borrowed from the library.
Today I love apricot jam. I love fried breakfast. I love that we are off to the Summerfolk open stage thing to be volunteers today … if we can get there through this wild wind and weather. I love that we cannot not try because we are Canadians and we love music and weather and being determined spirits.
Today I love drinking coffee while winter splashes another cup of sun on the trees, the sun learns more of my secrets, and Bruce county hovers unsure between mystery and reality.