Outside my window...it is dark, gloomy and very misty. According to the weather people it isn't likely to improve any time soon. While I am thrilled with the automatic watering of my gardens, the rain and damp shrink my world to the confines of this little house and that is not good. I was born to live in the great outdoors.
I am thinking...about the fact of my shrinking world. How to remedy this situation.
I am thankful for...a brother with a hot tub, nieces and nephews that are full of life, and a sister-in-law who is funny, lovely, and interesting.
From the kitchen...there will be some Mario Batali cooking going on today. This kind of weather always prompts the need for some good, hearty, and tasty Italian cooking.
I am reading...poetry. My mind and soul need some serious food. Shakespeare's sonnets, a little bit of Shelley, and a lot of Donne are just the kind of diet that I have been craving.
I am hearing...the ice maker dumping its latest load of refreshing coldness, the whoosh and splash of rain falling against the window, and the general hum of a house becoming fully awake for another day.
One of my favorite things...open spaces, stately trees, and the sight of mountains rising up from the horizon.
A few plans for the rest of the week...carry on with the life that I am currently leading. Friday is a holy day of obligation so I must find a way to attend mass. That hour will be an oasis in the midst of the rest of my week.
Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...