dual personalities

Another busy but forgettable week has come and gone. On Wednesday snow briefly turned the ground white.

Two hours later the sun came out and the snow melted, but it was pretty while it lasted. Then yesterday we celebrated the DH’s birthday with a dinner he cooked (our favorite beef curry), store bought cake and a few presents. We had a lovely, quiet evening.

Okay, I am obviously struggling to find meaningful, upbeat content. It was the kind of week (nowadays they all seem to be) that left me “gelatinous with fatigue” — to borrow a phrase from George Orwell – and lacking motivation. This appropriately wintry poem by John Clare called “The Shepard’s Calendar: November” captures the feeling pretty well.

The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
And, if the sun looks through, ’tis with a face
Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon,
When done the journey of her nightly race,
Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place.
For days the shepherds in the fields may be,
Nor mark a patch of sky – blindfold they trace,
The plains, that seem without a bush or tree,
Whistling aloud by guess, to flocks they cannot see …

Here’s hoping I find inspiration before next Friday! Have a good weekend and don’t let the turkeys get you down.