It is morning and the sun is proclaiming it brightly. I love weekend mornings for they are born without haste. I do not consult the clock on days like Saturday. I like these moments when time does not try to “escape” from me and I live as I please, for a while. For now, I am content to drink coffee at the morning table while Cash and Christopher Robin doze. I listen to a bird sing, and though I listen intently, I cannot identify the species . . and I plan Sunday dinner. I think about Christmas. . .and I wonder about a lot of things-and before I know it, I realize I ought to turn the lamp off.
I never did rush one iota. Breakfast time passed, so we had a brunch, instead. I went about my tasks as”if I had all day”, because for “once in a blue moon”, had come,- and I did. Clothes washed while I swept floors. I like housekeeping and derive great satisfaction from clean floors and fresh linens. It is a lot more pleasant to do chores without the desperation that so often accompanies them.
The farmhouse seems so much bigger now than it did when I bought it. I scrubbed the bedroom that was my grandmothers. Mostly,the room is vacant except for the holidays. I tried to work quickly as I am so prone to becoming overly sentimental. The room is now a cheerful shade of periwinkle, with an adorable white sleigh bed. I battled cobwebs and dust while Christopher Robin slept peacefully, in the den. At random intervals, I had coffee laced with cinnamon and table cream. Through the windows I saw a leaf flutter by occasionally. Not one was in any sort of hurry, so we had that in common. On top of everything else, I noticed the windows needed washing.
By later in the afternoon, I was washing the blankets and bedding for the animals. Christian took a few pictures for the realtor, as each room was tidied. Supper would be light tonight, but I would make up for that with Sunday dinner.
As daylight faded, I was pleased with what had been accomplished. Tonight, I plan to make sense of the Christmas Closet, and record an account of what has been bought thus far. I think waiting for Christmas and Thanksgiving, is half the fun.
At long last, I turned the lamp on as evening had turned to night. In the absence of moonlight, the countryside is “pitch dark”. If it were a tad cooler, I would be tempted to start a small fire in the little fireplace, in the den. Instead, I will wait til the weather warrants a cheerful fire.
It has been a good day, I think. I have not solved a mystery, nor made any grand discovery . It was just an ordinary day, full of ordinary events. .. but it is nothing less than beautiful to be able to write, that “all is well at the rabbit patch.”
Dear Diary, I am glad for unfamiliar bird songs sung at first light. I am glad for the beauty of ordinary days and the soft way they fade, until at last they become dark, autumn nights . . .and a little light burning, makes all the difference.
A simple day is a good day. And yes, based on your writing we would think that you can be sentimental. Thoughtfulness is a fantastic trait.
Best wishes
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awwh thank you! and I agree, a simple day is wonderful-especially in this complicated world!
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A good tidy up is so very satisfying, though in my world the tidying is undone very quickly by the children!
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it never ends! but it feels good to at least make some progress! thank you! love Michele
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It is so nice to have a beautiful day and time to think and not rush! Enjoy your Sunday dinner my daughter and her husband will be absent from our dinner this week and I will miss them. Peggy
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thank you Peggy-I detest rushing! I hope your table is full again soon!
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Just a day,
Just an ordinary day.
Just trying to get by.
Just a woman
Just an ordinary woman.
But she was looking to the sky.
And as she asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That everyday she finds
Just what she’s looking for,
Like a shooting star she shines.
I changed the lyrics a bit but this is the song that started playing in my head while reading your post.
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made me cry! Funny, I was thinking about the ordinary women before me-they were amazing noble and hard working-always thinking of every one else. That kind of sacrifice is about unheard of now. Yet they were “ordinary”-not really!!! thank you for one of the sweetest comments ever! love Michele
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What a most lovely day. I could echo every sentiment. I agree about the anticipation of the holiday, too. Always have thought that.
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The “eve” of everything is wonderful!!! thank you dear-love Michele
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If everyone appreciated the ordinary like you do, that would make a difference in this world.
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awwh thank you dear Jennie. It is a beautiful way and there is something lovely everywhere! love Michele
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Best to you, Michele.
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to you too Jennie!
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I love simple ordinary days. People who are always in a rush going here and there really have lost direction. No need to feel guilty about that second cup of coffee.Hope your sunday is as simple.
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thank you-I am off to a good start! I have never like rushing! love Michele
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Like Bernadette, I found myself singing a song after I’d finished reading, mine being a Lou Reed song:
Oh, it’s such a perfect day
I’m glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It’s such fun
…… Any day spent with you Rabbit, is a perfect day, for I love being in your company. You somehow know exactly how to put things in order and make everything ‘right’.
Sending love ~ Cobs. xxx
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thank you-you are too kind-I am blessed -not everyday is perfect as I fail miserably sometimes-but I am glad for every minute! You are too-we are twin peas in a pod! I love the song-what a happy morning for me! thank you my precious friend! love your rabbit!
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It may have been an ordinary day, but the way your write about it makes it sound so wonderful and soothing. Thanks for sharing!
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thank you Ann-It is my pleasure to read comments like yours-love Michele
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Another lovely post Michele! Sometimes a day of puttering around and doing chores and drinking good coffee is all it takes. Hope your Autumn continues in the same light.
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thank you- I am easy to please! hope all is well with you!
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If I were looking for a roommate, you would be at the top of the list. You like to clean!!!!! The trouble is, you are good at everything I like to do. I have nothing to trade.
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your grandson is a chef—-we could do this! haha! thank you friend-love michele
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Remember in the ordinary there is always some extraordinary……..simple things can be the most revealing😉😍
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oh you are right! thank you dear one! love michele
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Gratitude for an ordinary day – we can all benefit from such a reminder. ❤️
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I missed this post. It is SO, so, so very lovely. I savored your tasks without that sense of rush. I totally know what you mean.
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Often, when I hear the inner voice beginning to obsess over detail and hurrying, I remind myself aloud:
“Let the day breathe”.
Seek peace,
Paz
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you-Rushing can not be a good way ALL of the time. Besides the stress of it, you also tend to miss a lot of beauty,
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