Days Like These.

By alison April 3, 2007 11 Comments 2 Min Read

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Some days are made of nothing. They taste like nothing and they smell like nothing. Days like these aren’t meant to go down in the portals of  your personal history. They are passing through days rich in teeny moments of nothingness we can choose to embrace or abhor.

Today I have done nothing of any significance. Nothing I will remember ever after. I will not say, aah now that was the day I planted  more broad beans. The day the heart  shaped  maya gold cake was crispy around the edges.  I surely won’t remember the hour on the sofa, drowsy in the afternoon sun. Finleys constant chatter.  The basket in the kitchen I lined with oilcloth and filled with this and that. For sure I won’t recall opening the front door to pour water on my primulas, nor chatting about who knows what with the lovely woman behind the post office counter. Will I say I watched the woman next doors face light up when her new boyfriend arrived? That I shouted at my Mum (Sorry Mum!) or lectured Finley about biting his nails?  Perhaps I will remember dipping all the eggs in the fridge in food colouring and staining the worktop at the same time. Or maybe I will remember tripping over the hole in the lino in the kitchen and simultaneously teaching my son to swear at the same time? Who knows…

Because perhaps tonight will be the night I read a poem that tells me what I need to know. Perhaps this Tuesday in April will be fragranced in my mind by Cath Kidston Lavender handcream forever after. Maybe the phone call that never comes finally will. Maybe my feet will never be this cosy again. Certainly Finn will never be this young again. Because maybe today is the day I planted seeds that really will bear fruit. Or sprouts and cabbage as the case is more likely to be.

Maybe today was wonderful.

 

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11 Comments

  1. Marietta says:

    That was beautiful! You are such a talented writer!

  2. Kim says:

    I think that you will now remember this simple day, because you took the moment to record the small pleasures.

  3. Kim says:

    I think that you will now remember this simple day, because you took the moment to record the small pleasures.

  4. beth says:

    These are the sweet days that can and do make up our life, maybe nothing extraordinary but beautiful in their simplicity.

  5. Gayla says:

    When you get a moment again, revisit or read for the first time, OUR TOWN by Thornton Wilder…. Beautiful, beautiful… It's a play, and we are all the Emilies…. and our little homes are Grovers Corners…. and we simply must realize every day while we are living it…. LIfe is too beautiful to imagine…. It's a dear one.

  6. Amy says:

    ok, I've gotta ask, why do you dip your eggs in food colouring? Is it to do with easter?

  7. Amy says:

    ok, I've gotta ask, why do you dip your eggs in food colouring? Is it to do with easter?

  8. Rebecca says:

    I think this is among the most beautiful things you've ever written… thank you for reminding us of the simple pleasures in life!

  9. Leny says:

    That was lovely to read.
    Reminds me to celebrate
    life, each day!

  10. Leny says:

    That was lovely to read.
    Reminds me to celebrate
    life, each day!

  11. Claudia says:

    Wow! I just stumbled onto your blog. Thank you for taking the time to write down the sweet nothings of your day!

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