Wednesday, December 2, 2009

In the air, the scent of frost and woodsmoke.

It is night. The ground is soft beneath foot and paw but the air holds in it the scent of frost. Cold. Each hollow, each dip, each valley, is filled with islands of mist silvered by moonlight, glowing with lamp light and house light. The sound of the sea is so close. As we walk together around the night village, brightened by moonlight Rosie jumps to a wall top and lifts her head to hear. Across the fields Fred, her brother, barks a night time greeting. Three fields away it is as if he stood next to her, but it is only her moon shadow that looks back.
Back in the house it is warm by the fire. All curl in cozy comfort and the air holds a sense of peace. Whatever swirls around, whatever troubles beset, within is a cat curl haven of warm and serenity. There are no builders here to disturb our comfort, but thanks to them we have a roof and walls and doors and thanks to them we are warm again. Today She released them, the builders, back into the wilds. They have made our home beautiful. With them they carry all our thanks.

9 comments:

Val said...

An evocative picture in words and so different from where I live in sunny South Africa. The phrase "cat curl haven" is one which is so beautiful and so descriptive. I am glad the builders are finished and that your lovely home is now your own again.

Kat_RN said...

Congratulations on completion of the construction. It is always difficult to have contractors under foot and always good to have cozy peace restored.
Kat

trash said...

Ah yes, builders released into their natural habitat. That would be the pub, wouldn't it

petoskystone said...

whoo hooo! the house is finished! :)

The Curious Cat said...

Aw congratulations! So good to hear - will we get to see photos? xxx

Goldie, Shade and Banshee said...

Oh Happy Day! The house is finally finished! That is great news for sure

phrillls said...

While waiting for news of Maurice,
I listen to Billy's laboured breaths

ChrisJ said...

So glad you have a nice, warm and QUIET house to live in. Bailey has picked up some kind of respiratory virus from the kennels. We are living on the edge of a visit to the vet -- or not.

Lord Wellbourne said...

What a wonderful way with words. I could hear the cats purring!! It is always a blessing to have peace and contentment about the hearth.