peace and quiet and time to write

It's 9:30 am here, and I have been enjoying a morning of peace and quiet and time to write. Craig is off to work, and other humans (and the dogs) are still sleeping. The bunnies have had breakfast and are happily playing in their yard - I can hear them leaping and tossing toys around as bunnies do.

Outside the window I see a constant stream of cars, a few walkers, and a couple of cyclists. The sun is shining and it looks delightful - which is deceiving because the weather app advises that the actual temperature is not yet up to freezing and the wind chill is in the teens.

So here I sit in the warmth of my dining room, having enjoyed a bowl of the delicious granola gifted by a friend and about to enjoy a hot cup of cocoa complete with whipped cream. Yes, it is Saturday, a Saturday without specific commitments, and therefore a morning of peace and quiet and time to write.

Now that the cleaning out of my father's house has been completed, I am cherishing these opportunities. As much as I dislike winter for its cold, I do like the chance to sit indoors like this without feeling the tug to complete outdoor chores. Once we hit March and new growth begins, mornings will be pressed into service with weeding and cleaning out and preparing for the new season.

Here however we are still in the season of rest - winter is a season for dormancy and renewal. So often we see it as dead and unproductive. But beneath the surface, all of those seeds and soil are resting, gathering nutrients and strength for another growing season.

I am beginning to see winter as that opportunity for me too - a time to spend Saturday mornings in my bathrobe at the diningroom table enjoying a cup of cocoa, thepeace and quiet and time to write.

Which just ended with the sound of puppy paws racing toward the door followed by the removal of the leash from its hook. Oh well... Next Saturday ....