Sunday, January 5, 2014

Do what you will









It's a mite cold down south this Summer but the light is good. The days are long enough for holiday luxuries - waking slowly from sleep to read, eating late or early or not at all or making a meal from fruit cake and coffee and calling it lunch. No-one has to be anywhere except where they are right now and now can be lingered over. 


In the lovely lump of days between Christmas and the new year coming in we've established a routine of nothing much and it goes like this - someone - not me - when they wake to make tea and toast and bring it to bed. I'll be just conscious enough to decide on a jam. We have to three on the go: an apricot from a backyard tree old enough to be my mother, a sour cherry from local morellos and a mulberry and blackberry with that mix of floral and smoke scents that bring to mind a north wind and the whiff of a eucalypt fire. We have 14 jars of apricot on the shelf - some of them will go to good homes the rest are calling for toast and scones to be made and made often. We have three of the cherry and the same of the blackberry jam which elevates each jar to a rare and endangered status. If we are to have one of those on toast the bread better be up to the job. 

After breakfast in bed it's a book and or a chat or the radio, or nothing at all and a good look and the ceiling. When we are upright enough for wandering we might watch a ship slide along outside the window or a cluster of boats tack into the wind straight out from the lighthouse and back. If the cricket is on, the telly's on too with the sound switched down and the commentary coming from the radio instead. You can still hear the knock of the ball on the bat if that's your thing.

Soon it might be time for a walk. Or not. If we strike out along the beach we are bound to find sea glass and shells and sand to bring home and the dogs will paddle or swim and bark at each other and birds. 

Next lunch and a game. Maybe some friends will call in and we'll eat salad alongside a savoury tart followed up by stewed fruit or left over Christmas cake. Scrabble, Lotus or a Trivial Pursuit-like game called Parliament can be started in earnest, abandoned for something else and come back to later. 

There has been a jigsaw puzzle on the table for a week and no-one has needed the space for anything more important. Like a video run on a data poor phone its assembling itself in clumps of colour. Mark sits to it for a moment or two or an hour each day depending - I wouldn't dare drop a piece into place even if I found the piece and knew the place, unlikey as that might be. 


The afternoon can be as long or as short as you like. When the sun goes down is another matter. It's over almost before it's begun. Twilight is not our thing in the Antipodes. You can watch the sun dip into the sea or walk out into your own holy illumination. You can turn your back on the sky and see your shadow stretch out on the sand. 

In the summer slack you can do as you will.


8 comments:

  1. Mmmm! jam! Your prose alone is good enough to eat but toast and jam would make it complete!

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    1. You are jolly kind origa-me! Jam is my secret vice!

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  2. Full of beautiful textures, light, shade and ripeness. Thank you for your lyrical creations!

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    1. Jenn thanks so. I hope the weather is not too icy for you over there.
      I discovered the joys of using the sour Morellos for jam and baking this year. The colour is straight from your palette!

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  3. Oh the staring at the ceiling is so relaxing, I enjoy it immensely, along with finding images in the timber floorboards in the occasional cloud like whorls of grain. I don't know if I would be able to resist the jigsaw, protocol or not they draw me like a moth to a flame - your ref to a data poor phone is a wonderful observation and push back to technology. Lovely post!

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  4. Purdy did you find faces in the wallpaper too as a child? We had some water stains on ours that in half light looked like gargoyles!

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  5. Delightful post! Thank you. It all sounds so wonderful and relaxing. It brought back fond memories of when my son was little. As well as cloud watching, we used to find shapes in the grain of the ceiling beams at our old home. It was one of our favorite pastimes.

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  6. Hi Tammy. I've been wondering how you are weathering the January cold. I can imagine you three on your backs in the sand looking at clouds or all piled into bed for breakfast and looking for fairy tales in the ceiling joists. What a poetic childhood Johan is having!

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