Under the weather

I am.
the grass is not growing

Feeling a little under the weather.   That is a peculiar expression. “Under  the Weather”. But it is how I feel.

cow

This endless gray rainy cold weather. I am under it.  So I took an extra half hour of sleep for myself  in my warm bed under my Australian wool duvet but the time for sleeping is over and now back on with the warm clothes and my good old farm jacket and out I go.

pigs

Into the Under Weather.  The Weary Weather.

I hope you have a lovely day or at least find some loveliness in your day.

Love celi

PS. I feel like my barn.

old barn

52 responses to “Under the weather”

  1. Ooooh I’m hoping the sun shining here at last has now made its way down to you, Cecilia. It surely will help.

  2. May the feeling-like-the-barn quickly turn to feeling equally strong and beautiful: for all that it looks worn and rickety, it has clearly withstood eons of hard work and, through them, developed the gorgeous patina of experience and softness that grows from yet surpasses every nick and scar. You are allowed ‘down’ time and a good wallow in melancholy and rest. You’ve earned it and then some. And your joy in and love of what is best in your life will come back with a little self-care. Your menagerie is full of clever and patient animals, no matter how willingly they might work to convince you your constant care is their only refuge, so let them coast a little and they’ll appreciate you just as truly when you’re back up to speed. Emergencies notwithstanding, you’ve got their well-being well in hand. Now, *yours*. Sending sunshine and quiet your way!
    Love,
    Kath

  3. When I look at your barn, I see beauty, strength, longevity, and endurance. Four words that I have a feeling also describe you. I have high hopes that both you and your barn will survive and enjoy the sunny days soon to come. Hang in there Celi! We all have those “gray, draggy” days, but the sunshine is just around the corner. Give all the animals on your little farmy a hug from me, the ones that are huggable, at least. lol Look forward to your posts every morning. First thing I usually read.

  4. My love surrounds you in your healing. If love could do it, you’d be out turning cartwheels, our beloved Celi! We all love you to bits and want you at your tip top best.

    I hope you aren’t offended that I am saying this prayer for you today:

    Thy name is my healing, O my God, and remembrance of Thee is my remedy. Nearness to Thee is my hope, and love for Thee is my companion. Thy mercy to me is my healing and my succor in both this world and the world to come. Thou, verily, art the All-Bountiful, the All-Knowing, the All-Wise. Baha’u’llah

    Lots and lots of (hopefully) useful love,
    Gayle

  5. We call all relate to those under the weather days. Hopefully you can sneak in a bit more sleep. Sheila can teach us how it is done.

  6. OK, Mama says: forget about the blog for a few days – we aren’t going anywhere!! Do the minimum on the farmy: just so the four-leggeds survive [Lady Astor is a four-time Mum and well practiced!! ] . . . snuggle under your duvet and simply read a book and be in your very own world . . . . I SO ‘agree’ with that saying ‘feeling crook’ – did not know that was an Aussie one . . . well, I am feeling a bit the very same way at the moment and the only way to reverse is stopping still awhile, Missy !!!!

  7. Sunshine fixes a lot, and its absence enervates mentally & physically I think, it’s age-old instinct. And the seasons currently seems to be slightly out of whack – another good saying. Happily our warm Autumn endures, but so does your damp spring however the tipping point must happen soon.

  8. I’m sorry you’re not well. There is so much going on right now with spring planting, mending, building and preparing – and we are not spring chickens anymore. 😦 I have been down for two weeks now – something with my spine. I have taken it down several gears. It’s frustrating… but healing is so important. Take care wild woman of the prairie. I am sending positive energy and healing on the southern winds!

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