little rays of sunshine

Eeyore days can get off to a good start when, having dragged yourself out of bed to get on with endless amounts of uncertain work, you look out the window and simply feel miserable. It's practically dark outside and drizzling a pathetic type of rain with a secret potential to soak through to the skin, and putting on the light makes all scroogish sentiments rise to the surface. It's even possible, you think, that the electric company is playing with the weather, to reap in their oversized profits. Nothing is possibly going to be good about today.

But... if you concentrate on uneeyorelike thoughts and look hard enough there may well be some little rays of sunshine to make you smile. There were several for me today.

A peregrine falcon landed on the upper branches of the tree at the bottom of the garden. With the bird spectacles kept handy in the conservatory the feathers burst into life, the white-chocolate tummy protruding proudly. Predator shakes lazily and begins preening, ruflling up, gently nibbling. Of course I got just a little bit too excited coming back an hour later, convinced that Mr. Peregrine had gone and come back with Mrs. The bird spectacles dashed me down, revealing only a crow and a collared dove. Sometimes we do see what we choose to...in my case quite a lot.

Later, braving the icky drizzle, taking over-excitable walk-deprived dog down to the forest edge, a small child buried in galoshes and bright pink raincoat was merrily jumping in each of the mud-brown puddles in the clearing, giggling and pleading, 'may I jump in the next one too mummy?'. I wished I also had put on wellies! Dog made up for it by doing plenty of splashing and wallowing. He has a piglike desire to get down and dirty with any type of mud.

On the way home I noticced that the neighbourhood fetish for enstalling old-style red phone boxes in once's front garden has grown...Perhaps I'll look on ebay now to see how they are priced. ;->