Sometimes it’s very hard to resist ascribing human motivations and emotions to the weather. Plus it makes for such great metaphors. 🙂 This morning, Flyinge was blanketed with fog. The newly sprung green grass had a coating of frost. Everything was grey and white and opalescent. Driving through Flyinge and up the hill toward Lund, Father Sun was obviously trying to pull the blanket off, opening curtains, singing “Oh what a beautiful morning!” while the fog grumbled and tried to pull the covers up over its head.
Then, as I crested the hill and came out of the fog, I was suddenly in that monochrome Kansan farmhouse, dressed in my checked pinafore, opening the door to the technicolor sweep of OZ. I keep looking over my shoulder wondering where Glinda is, but all I see here are munchkins co-workers.
Certe, toto, sentio nos in kansate non iam adesse = You know, Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.*
It’s Hump Day. Wednesday. Odin’s Day. The middle of the week. Neither the end nor the beginning. Märta is coming over to help me get started on spring cleaning today and as a result, this morning I stressed out rushing around after I showered, getting beds made (for once), emptying the dishwasher, putting away the folded laundry from last night. I would have vacuumed if I’d had time. She is picking up the kids early as well, and knowing her, probably bringing dinner or baked goods to stuff our freezer with. And yes, I’m well aware of how incredibly luckyblessed we are.
*Everything sounds better in Latin. Thanks lonita!