Coffee In Bed

Words of laziness and love

Blurred sun shines through mist over a frosty lawn


A day at home. It’s morning. Sat in bed, first coffee drunk. From the window see a frost, a trailing mist. Mr is watching videos of people having self inflicted accidents of which some are engagingly stupid; one admires the ambition, the optimism, the care free higgedly-piggedlyness which pandemic restrictions have currently outlawed. From the window see the sky iced blue, see marigolds in the polytunnel leaning through lime tree branches, too tall to stand alone.

I ask for a second coffee.
Mr, downstairs, talks to the dog who woke us at dawn but is happy to sofa-nap now till breakfast.

A circle of picked marigold flowers, bright yellow on a white plate
Yesterday's marigold harvest.

Comments

  1. Loving your golden harvest, and the images your words have presented my mind.
    Thank you.

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  2. Lolling in bed with a hot beverage sounds like a great way to start the day. Once my cats roust me... long before the sun thinks about rising... I generally shuffle off to the kitchen to put the tea kettle on. Maybe I should learn to take it back to bed with me once in a while. Just to enjoy the calm. (Well, as much "calm" as two cuddly cats allow, anyhow.)

    Those marigolds are gorgeous. It doesn't look like you've put them in a vase... what do you do with them? My foggy brain seems to remember there's some sort of spice you can get from them, maybe???

    Take care, sweet lady.

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    1. Cuddles with cats and a cuppa sounds like a good start to a day. I'm drying the marigolds, to use for making a herby tea, and making food look pretty. A subtle honey-ish flavour. Also infusing some in oil as it's meant to be good for skin :-)

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