The other night I awoke to a room awash with light – it was the moon flooding in. What joy! The sky, unobscured by a single cloud, was so clear and the sight so marvellous, I was reluctant to leave it to get back into the warmth of the bed.
Now that the lemon tree and calamansi bush are back inside sheltered from frost and the worst of winter weather, the living room is gloriously scented by their blossom. Even a single flower is enough to scent a room, but the lemon has outdone itself in generosity this year. The fruits on the calamansi are huge – almost as big as small mandarins.
Coffee in bed, lovingly brought up by M, and a small (but naughty) slice of cheesecake to go with it.
And you’re going to laugh, as I did at myself — I finally succeeded in rebuttoning the woollen lining that I’d taken off a coat earlier. It took me some time, but I managed, eventually.
I guess that’s the way it’s going to be: things will take a while longer to do, and the only way to go about it is to be patient and allow more time.
For these little but lovely things and the unexpected lesson in patience (and possibly topology?), I am grateful.