The week between Christmas and New Year’s is my favourite time of year. The hubub of Christmas is over, and the froufra of New Year’s is still a few days off. The fridge is overflowing with delicious left overs, there’s a pile of new books and dvds just begging to be enjoyed, and there’s usually no where you absolutely *have* to be. It’s a time for loafing on couch.
And for walks in the woods.
How are you spending your holiday week?
Somehow I’ve let more than 3 months elapse since last posting here. Ooops. Suddenly getting a job in another country, packing up everything I own, including 4 animals in varying states of health, finding a place to live, moving, etc, etc are all perfectly good excuses (especially as it took me 2 weeks to get an internet connection sorted at home and I only recently found my camera usb cord for transferring photos). But it’s still rather unfortunate. The first month or two on a new place is precisely the time that’s most interesting to document.
At this point it would make no sense to try to revisit all the impressions of those first days and weeks. But I can still note a few.
With the sun rising a little after 5am these days, I’m generally awake and walking the dogs by 6am. It’s lovely to be up and out while the neighbourhood is still quite quiet and the temperature and humidity are still low. I don’t go out to the office that often in the summer, but when I do, it’s nicest to do it first thing in the morning, so I can be done my workday by 1 or 2pm.
So this morning I set off at 7:12, well-breakfasted, happy with my outfit for the day, and generally feeling pretty pleased with myself for being in transit so early. As I went to get on the bus, I suddenly remembered it was now July and I would need a new transit pass for the month. The driver was in a good mood, so he waved me through. Fair enough, I’d be able to get my new pass at the subway where I transfer to my second bus, so I got on board.
About 18 minutes later, we pulled into Vendome, I got off, and headed down into the metro to queue up for the automatic guichet. Continue reading
I’ve got a number of little projects brewing that I hope to post about soon, but for now, a celebration of blue skies (precious after too many days of rain).
5. Fragmentary Blue
(Harper’s Magazine, July 1920.)
Robert Frost (1874–1963)
WHY make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.