"I'm just going to write because I can't help it."- Charlotte Brontë

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Flowers For A Mood Lift


I've been feeling a bit blue this week - I think the last month of medical mucking arounds finally caught up with me a couple of days ago - so after concluding some business in Bendigo this morning, I gave myself permission to take few hours off to indulge in a spot of op shopping (I scored a hard copy of Margaret Atwood's The Year of the Flood for $6) and to just walk about and wander and wonder and be. The autumnal greyness of the day suited my initial gloomy disposition, but there's nothing like strolling the streets of a goldfields town full of beautiful buildings that ground you with their palpable history to calm one's mind, and the gorgeous old parks reeking of the past also do their bit to soothe the soul.

Then there was this conservatory full of chrysanthemums that I came upon (a Mother's Day exhibition?) to gladden even the most down in the dumps heart, so all in all, my vagabond turn was time well spent.

When I got home, I squeezed in some writing, and was quite pleased with the results, and then retired for some cosy reading (I finished The Long Earth by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter) with the cats sociably piled about me in my armchair. Now I feel a lot cheerier and ready to face the world again.

Walking and reading and writing - as far as I'm concerned, they're better than drugs. Oh, and purring cats to pat are good too.

4 comments:

parlance said...

You've named so many real things in this blog, purring cats, flowers, walking, reading.

Don't forget sleeping dogs - preferably on the couch beside us.

That's a lovely picture of the chrysanthemums. They're not really my favorite flower, but in the photo they look terrific.

Steve Cameron said...

Flowers are good. Hope they did the trick.


Steve

Gitte Christensen said...

Oops, how cat-centric of me, Catherine. Sleeping dogs are good too for cheering one up, as are ponies. Musn't forget the ponies, although we can't have them on the couch with us. Mind you, I remember reading a book when I was little about a girl who brought her horse into the house...

I'm not that much of a chrysanthemum fan myself, but the sight of so many in so many colours arranged high to the roof was impressive.

Gitte Christensen said...


Thank you, Steve, flowers are good, and the surprise of coming upon so many on an otherwise dreary day was just what I needed yesterday. I'm all good now.