Come now and hold our hands
Nov. 26th, 2020 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ashlymeI've discovered a good winter-warming drink for anyone who likes fruit/herbal teas. Take a bag of sweet rhubarb tea (the brand I've used is Taylors of Harrogate, so go for whatever equivalent you can get) and a bag of orange & cloves (London Fruit & Herb), steep them in the same mug for up to ten minutes. I promise you the results are delicious. It smells like Christmas; it even tastes mulled. Recently I've also been enlivening cheap black instant coffee by dropping a bag of peppermint tea in. I also chuck in three spoonfuls of sugar, but your mileage will probably vary on that!
I walked through the Gossies this morning. The bushes that give it itat name are in flower: when gorse is out of bloom, kissing is out of season. I couldn't get close enough to see if they smelled of cocoa butter. Even with the frost (my field was full crunchy silver and scarved with fog at eight) the path was churned to hell. I got out onto Catney Common (not really big enough for the name, just a plectrum of greenspace) and watched squirrels wait hopefully for stray kernels from the bird feeder. A pair of nuthatches scurried up and down nearby trunks and came to eat. I think it's the first time I've seen them here. Handsome little birds, slaty-blue backs, chests envelope-buff, black stripe through the eye like a kohl afterthought.
Aaand we are in Tier 3 after lockdown, which doesn't come as a big surprise. Same old shit really, but with more shops open. At least I can go charity-bookshopping again, and still walk with friends - I have to draw what comfort I can from this. I'm far from people I love. It eats my heart some days.
I walked through the Gossies this morning. The bushes that give it itat name are in flower: when gorse is out of bloom, kissing is out of season. I couldn't get close enough to see if they smelled of cocoa butter. Even with the frost (my field was full crunchy silver and scarved with fog at eight) the path was churned to hell. I got out onto Catney Common (not really big enough for the name, just a plectrum of greenspace) and watched squirrels wait hopefully for stray kernels from the bird feeder. A pair of nuthatches scurried up and down nearby trunks and came to eat. I think it's the first time I've seen them here. Handsome little birds, slaty-blue backs, chests envelope-buff, black stripe through the eye like a kohl afterthought.
Aaand we are in Tier 3 after lockdown, which doesn't come as a big surprise. Same old shit really, but with more shops open. At least I can go charity-bookshopping again, and still walk with friends - I have to draw what comfort I can from this. I'm far from people I love. It eats my heart some days.
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Date: 2020-11-26 09:39 pm (UTC)I love your eye on the world. I am sorry you are so separated from the people who sustain you. It would kill me to try, but I'm really charmed by your peppermint coffee.
*hugs*
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Date: 2020-11-26 10:03 pm (UTC)Thank you. The nuthatches helped today. I'm going to write more regularly here and record the little treasures.
*I am sorry you are so separated from the people who sustain you.*
It won't be forever, and I have my friends, and love them. I need to love myself more too. *hugs*
I know you have major issues with caffeine, and I've known you to enjoy chai. Can you manage decaf? My motto's usually "coffee for fuel, tea for pleasure" now. So I experiment with hot drinks.