the leaves is uncurlin

The skies were grey with a threat of rain this morning, making for a perfect day to cuddle up inside with whafts of cinnamon and three kinds of sugar. And butter. Today I didn’t use any whole wheat flour in the cinnamon buns and I think they were better - the bread was lighter and less dense. The hands on the clock moved slowly as we waited for the moment that we could test them, but finally the time arrived and we dove into the treat resurfacing with sticky hands and faces. Oh yeah, bring it on.

In between being summoned to the stove by the ever binging timer, I snuggled on the sofa with the final chapters of ‘Secret Garden’ by Frances Hodgson Burnett, a book from my youth that I revisit every year or so, usually in the spring. Even though it was published in 1911 much of it is still relevant. I love the positive thinking message that it sends.

By 3:30 the sun had reappeared drawing me outside again. It was cold so I didn’t linger long, but even from the warmth of the house the blue sky lifted my mood and soothed the anxiety that had been pounding in my chest all day. 

Oh! I can’t forget! Out by the barn three giant black turkey vultures sunned, extending their wings to catch the warming rays. One by one they ascended into the sky to soar in sweeping circles as they scanned the ground for supper. 

50 days...

Headline tonight:  One quarter of a million deaths world-wide. 1,210,356 cases with 69,494 deaths in the US. There are a total of 60,616 (59,474 yesterday) cases of Covid-19 in Canada today, with 3,842 (3,682 yesterday) deaths to date.

“He looked up at the sky and all about him. “Just listen to them birds—th’ world seems full of ’em—all whistlin’ an’ pipin,’” he said. “Look at ’em dartin’ about, an’ hearken at ’em callin’ to each other. Come springtime seems like as if all th’ world’s callin.’ The leaves is uncurlin’ so you can see ’em—an,’ my word, th’ nice smells there is about!”

~Secret Garden