Posted by Tania Kindersley.
It’s the most enchanted evening; sun pouring down like honey, pigeons cooing in the woods. But I am afflicted with sudden melancholy. Happens sometimes. Deadline stress has me in its crocodile jaws and I suddenly really, really miss my dad. The mare was grumpy today, annoyed by the flies, and inadvertently whacked me on the jaw with her head, so that I reeled back like an old boxer. I feel battered physically, and mentally.
I say to myself, as I always do: every day can’t be Doris Day.
Better tomorrow.
And when there is a face like this upon which to gaze, it can’t be all bad:
That face is just bliss.:)
ReplyDeleteHere's something invented for days that beg to just be gently shown the door as darkness falls. Gets to the heart of the matter, for me anyway.
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Amazing. Thank you.
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Love that, every day can't be Doris Day..hope tomorrow feels better for you.
ReplyDeleteNo day is really a bad day when you have the Pigeon and Red. And the greatest thing about deadlines is that eventually they go away. Guaranteed.
ReplyDeleteBird
Sending you cheerful thoughts, and I am absolutely going to steal that saying... thanks!
ReplyDeleteMy friend Chris posted a wonderful Facebook comment a while back after a particularly unpleasant day: she said she was going to "slip into something comfortable and await the arrival of tomorrow." And the Doris Day comment is sublime.
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