Woke early, dressed warm and went outside.
I was surprised by the moon,
a quarter moon with a star beneath.
There was frost on the lawn and on my car.
No early mass in Clongowes today.
Came back inside
to have porridge
in a blue bowl.
— Bernadette Lee
(It’s been far too long since we’ve heard from Berna, our Irish correspondent from County Kildare. What can we tempt her with? She already has a blue bowl! And you, what do you fortify yourself with on a frosty morning?)
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fire in the fireplace, soft worship music
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Oh my, that sounds warming!
Thanks for visiting, Gwen.
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beautiful nurturing words. A bowl of warm oatmeal with nuts and berries, a cup of chamomile tea and time with my sweetie. it’s all good.
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Thanks for coming by, Joss.
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long warm shower with lavender soap and apricot scrub 🙂 …enjoyed your post! looking forward to reading more.
~ Kate
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That sounds lovely — lavender scent is wonderful any time of day — but I’ll have to keep an eye out for apricot scrub!
Thanks for coming by —
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Oh those lovely frosty mornings – they call me out to feel the nip and the tingle, to see my warm breath steaming and floating through the fresh, frozen air!
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You paint an attractive picture, Patti! — but I think I’m usually back under the covers 😦
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Full disclosure – I can afford to paint this picture if only because they don’t happen often enough here in NYC. Back in the UK however, frost is our friend. You keep warm under those covers and thank you for the lovely reminder!
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I treasure you giving us the ability to feel a life outside the one we are currently experiencing. Every time I stop by to read your posts, I am transformed to a life away from the one in which I live. The quotes and poems you deliver are always very powerful. Thank you for offering us these experiences!
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I think we all do our blogs in hopes that some others will enjoy them — and to hear that, indeed, you do — is wonderful! Thank you very much, Tara.
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Frosty mornings are delightful, especially if the sun is shining. A cup of hot tea, maybe some peanut butter toast to fill the empty spaces and out I go, into the waiting day.
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And at an early hour, too, I’m sure! —
Hmmmm. Peanut butter toast. Never thought of that, but it sure sounds good —
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I haven’t experienced a frosty morning for over 30 years, but I think a hot cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal would get me off to a good start!
Your photo of a frosty lawn was very welcome to me when I saw it, as we are sweltering in 31 degree heat here (it’s our summer in Oz). I remember those nippy, frosty mornings when I used to live in the UK, so thanks for the reminder!
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Oh my, Barb. Summer and hot in Oz —
This morning here it’s cold and drizzly and gray gray gray —
I guess you don’t have frost, even in your winter. Scotland’s got frosty mornings in abundance, though. I remember needing a warm sweater on a visit in August!
I’ll have the hot tea and oatmeal then, and you have — cool lemonade? 😀
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I still have a cup of tea to refresh and quench my thirst even in this heat!
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And that’s the thing about tea. It’s all things to all people — at all seasons of the year!
Here’s to our cuppa’s, Barb.
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A few stolen moments to try and sit and be still before opening the blinds… Warm Sphynx cat in my lap, because no other lap will do… A sip of water with lemon before putting on the kettle to boil… New day here I come!
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Stolen moments — the very best moments —
Reading this is like reading poetry, Michelle. A very good morning to you!
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Oatmeal sounds so delicious! On cold, frosty mornings, I usually bundle up in something warm (and fluffy, if possible) and drink a hot beverage. Lately, drinking anything hot leads to a hot flash though, and then I have to unbundle quickly.
Lovely poem and post! Thank you.
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My imagination is working overtime — what is she wearing that’s fluffy? it sounds great, I’d love to wear something fluffy instead of my ancient thin polyester shortie robe —
and then it gets wilder and starts proposing hot flashes as a solution (well, a partial solution) to the energy crisis — 😉
Thanks so much for the smile, Theresa!
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Sorry. Fluffy is a misnomer. I have an old bathrobe that I grab most mornings too. It’s made of a soft, thick (not fluffy) polyester fabric. At least I made you smile though. 🙂
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I used to have Cream of Wheat as a child when my mom made it. I just bought some for myself this week.
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Are you expecting frost in your area? 🙂
(My childhood cereal was Wheatena; so neither of us were oatmeal kids!)
Thanks for coming by Christine!
Judith
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Thomas Mann calls such moments “Die Wonne der Gewoehnlichleit.” The bliss of the ordinary. A fine poem.
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On behalf of Berna, our Irish poet (who herself loves Mary Oliver and Patrick Kavanagh, among others) —
Thank you, D!
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Black tea, or cafe au lait (though I do a 3/4 cafe to 1/4 au lait ratio).
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They have nice big cups for your café au lait, even in untraditional ratios!
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Hat. Gloves. And a walk around the block to see how the beach is tolerating the approach of winter.
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There ought to be some way to get you and Pauline together.
You both are such lovers of nature, and so gifted in the expression of that love.
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Found you through Smile Kiddo! What a great November shot.
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So nice when that happns, leapfrogging from friend to friend! I love Stef’s blog; and you have gorgeous photos on yours. Then again, you certainly live in a beautiful part of the country!
Thanks for visiting and commenting, it’s much appreciated.
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Oooh, I love that you and Ruth are connected. I think her photos are AMAZING; and of course I think they would be wonderful pairings with many of your terrific posts. Connections between good people are so fun! 🙂
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You are one of the “connector people,” Stef.
If there were more, the world would be a better — and a kinder — place.
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Aw, you are very kind Judith. I thank you for that.
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De rien, Kiddo!
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