The freezing temperatures and long hours of snowball fights demand this throat and tum warming tea for sure! Bye bye colds, sore throats and sinus pains!
It has been a while since my last post. I got into that zone where you think all that blogging or FB activities or twitter posts or any social appearance you had made online are mocking at you. And you think why you ever started it all in the first place and made a fool of yourself. Perhaps you have been a bit too over enthusiastic?
But it is a passing phase, I realized. That familiar feeling of gloom that hits us every now and then.
Then the Snow came. Nothing much. Only a few odd inches and yet it brought out the child in everybody, as always. It is a always feeling of great ecstasy to behold the snow that blankets the town in shimmering whites. There is certainly something so mesmerizing about the snow.
For the first time ever, I started looking at the snow extra closely just to see if I could make out the famous no-twin-anywhere flake patterns. And what a successful treasure hunt it had become! So many crystals, so beautiful, so alluring! So hypnotizing!
If only I had a proper camera to capture them. I have heard of flakes being enormous and the pictures some folks have taken make me so jealous! But the flakes here were really tiny, about a fifth of a small mustard seed. The patterns, though, were just out of the world!
These were the only pics ( and many of similar quality) I managed to take in my mobile phone, which is quite primitive. But I was so glad I took the time to look into the snow. Every bit that shimmered like sequin was a perfect geometrical wonder. I close my eyes now and I can only see little patterns in my inward eye ( If Wordsworth hadn't written about the Daffodils, I swear I'd have written the poem to mean the Snow flakes :o) ). It is most certainly the bliss of solitude!
Then I had to trade my solitude for the infectious enthusiasm of my boys, and went sledging with them. This time I did see that flash upon my inward eye again, but it turned out to be the after effects of hours of innumerable bumps and tumbles and the painful beckoning of my barely-there bottom!
Came home to a hot bath, tea, hot chocolate and plain buttered toasts. And a Wodehouse for me and Tinkle for boys!
So much of contentment meant only one thing. Snoozing off and drooling even before you knew it!
And That accounts for the missing blog posts.
It has been a while since my last post. I got into that zone where you think all that blogging or FB activities or twitter posts or any social appearance you had made online are mocking at you. And you think why you ever started it all in the first place and made a fool of yourself. Perhaps you have been a bit too over enthusiastic?
But it is a passing phase, I realized. That familiar feeling of gloom that hits us every now and then.
Then the Snow came. Nothing much. Only a few odd inches and yet it brought out the child in everybody, as always. It is a always feeling of great ecstasy to behold the snow that blankets the town in shimmering whites. There is certainly something so mesmerizing about the snow.
For the first time ever, I started looking at the snow extra closely just to see if I could make out the famous no-twin-anywhere flake patterns. And what a successful treasure hunt it had become! So many crystals, so beautiful, so alluring! So hypnotizing!
If only I had a proper camera to capture them. I have heard of flakes being enormous and the pictures some folks have taken make me so jealous! But the flakes here were really tiny, about a fifth of a small mustard seed. The patterns, though, were just out of the world!
These were the only pics ( and many of similar quality) I managed to take in my mobile phone, which is quite primitive. But I was so glad I took the time to look into the snow. Every bit that shimmered like sequin was a perfect geometrical wonder. I close my eyes now and I can only see little patterns in my inward eye ( If Wordsworth hadn't written about the Daffodils, I swear I'd have written the poem to mean the Snow flakes :o) ). It is most certainly the bliss of solitude!
Then I had to trade my solitude for the infectious enthusiasm of my boys, and went sledging with them. This time I did see that flash upon my inward eye again, but it turned out to be the after effects of hours of innumerable bumps and tumbles and the painful beckoning of my barely-there bottom!
Came home to a hot bath, tea, hot chocolate and plain buttered toasts. And a Wodehouse for me and Tinkle for boys!
So much of contentment meant only one thing. Snoozing off and drooling even before you knew it!
And That accounts for the missing blog posts.
