De L’audace Encore de L’audace Toujours de L’auche
The inclement weather feels like it’s slowly beating back any remembrance of when autumn was last here, but we need the rain. The grass finally has colour in her cheeks for the first time in months and she looks healthy instead of impossibly pallid.
The rubber plant seems to be in perpetual partying mode. She’s elegantly attired each day in classic haute couture rounded off with diamonds from the House La Natural. It’s hard not to feel envious of her as she steps out every day dripping in diamonds. Her broadleaf features and those deep green eyes set them off in ways that we more run-of-the-mill brown eyed girls might only dream of doing. As the French would say, de l’audace, encore de l’audace, et toujours de l’auche! Audacity, more audacity and ever more audacity! She has it by the bucket loads.
Grey days have a way of bringing the world in, of down-sizing it. And the sky with his matching slate-grey eye colour and gold flecks with just a hint of mischief is enjoying the fact that it’s hard for the rest of us to read what’s on his mind.
I’m watching for tell-tale signs like whether he’ll reach for his raincoat but really he’s giving nothing away. I think about going for my morning walk sans my coat or umbrella but that mischievous twinkle in his eye is more than a little disconcerting. Between them both Messrs Grey et al make a simple decision to go out or not to go out near impossible to hazard a guess. I hate that they’re so conspiratorial.
Are there weeks when it feels to you that there are more grey days than blue? I haven’t felt that way recently but I must confess, I have sometimes felt that way in the past. It’s like a creeping malaise happens to you. And it’s so insidious.
My self-talk becomes interesting, it’s like my own internal cheer-squad suddenly rises from the bench, fists pumping, scarves flaying about in the wind, loud footy shouting calls to war and all because a grey day threatens to turn a blue one on its head in a tackle.
When I look over at my cheer-squad I feel so grateful I have them on my team and it’s even worth the embarrassment of wishing they’d just yell a little quieter! But they really are shameless. Still I’d rather have them in my corner than not. The thing about a grey day vs. a blue day is that, in the scheme of things, it’s just for a moment. Really, it is.
