Monday, July 6, 2009

Rainy day wishes

I wish I lived in this lovely, blue house, halfway up the Dragon Hill, with fragrant pink roses hugging my curved doorsteps, a little garden nestled in the back, and a horseshoe over my door for luck.

I wish I had finished Snowchild by now. Only six more weeks till Ville gets here, if he's of the punctual type (so very unlike his mother, then), and the end is on the horizon, but far away, like a mirage. It's been too hot to work these last two weeks. 32 degrees and sweltering. But the summer rain finally arrived yesterday, silvery green, smelling of grass and forgotten asphalt dust, with a slight chill to make all breathing easier. Maybe I'll find you now, little child, if I search among the thunderclaps and shards and feathers.

I wish I could visit my grandmother's farm, where the alpineberries are reddening on the mountain slopes and the Summerchild is singing with snowmelt now. I wish I could see my grandmother, too, who is 98 and just waiting.

But thankfully, there are other wishes, too: the caramel latte that I'm getting later, a morning of uninterrupted writing, just a little more energy than yesterday, sweet, forceful babykicks to let me know that a cup of sugary tea was just the ticket, the cats drowsing contentedly to the sound of my typing, and my Pan sleeping quietly in the next room. And rain, more rain.

See, the trick is knowing what to wish for.


Heidi said...

LOVE the new look! And the picture of the little blue house on Dragon Hill made me wistfully remember our wonderful trip to Norway. Just remember, if you're living in the little blue one, I'll need you to water the plants and pick up the mail in the pink one, since that will be my vacation home (well, one of them, anyway), and I won't be there all the time. But when I am, just open that little front gate and come on over anytime for a coffee or a proper American-style chocolate-chip cookie. I'll even send you back home with a plate of them for Peter. :)

Heidi said...

Also -- it was 32 there????? It was only this week that we finally made it to 26-27, now that it seems to have AT LAST stopped raining. Apparently May and June were cancelled around here -- we had three Aprils and went straight into July.

tone almhjell said...

I know, it's hard to imagine Oslo as really, really hot, but believe me, in summer it can get uncomfortable.

Not so uncomfortable, though, to pop by your pink house for coffee and cookies. I love cookies. And Ella and Pims could glower at eachother through the windows.