a delicious and poignant and lovely day in the country for our last sunday on the East Coast.
grand central station was lit up by the shimmery weak but welcomed winter sun. 
we stood awhile by the clock.
and thought of all the times we have stopped and thought awhile by the clock at grand central station since our first Ever trip to NYC in (can it have been that long ago?) 1996.
as well as All the Movies we have seen where characters stopped and waited for Someone Important by the Clock.
hurrah!
and an hour or so later – there we were – In The Country. 
there was a Friend (JW/1) and a dog (always important for Days in the Country to be Fully successful we think) – this one is called Arden. 
there was a bubbling brook (not sure if we’ve heard a bubbling brook for an Age – probably not since England). 
and a hardy red rose peeping through the SNOW!
yes.
snow.
the Country had snow. 
there was a Pause by the stairs and a looking out at the trees while the kettle was popped on in the lovely big range kitchen and newspapers ruffled and sorted and Read Out Loud From.
beans on toast and more-tea-please.
and British Telly (giggles on the two couches).
with Lots of quiet talk and catching up and lovely connection and then……..
another Long Pause in the snowy crisp air with Arden and JW1 and the countryside said, “take a breath,”
and. we. did.
all will be well.
or so we believe.
did you have a delicious weekend?
tea? beans-on-toast? conversation?
do. tell.
Peppermint tea, in fact. (Beans on toast? I say again, beans on toast? The sort that grow into a stalk to climb up to the sky?)
The rose peeking out from the snow is poetic.
Tis an English repast and probably not translatable ;) tomato sauce smothered cannelini beans on hot buttered toast. Black tea with milk. Childhood comforts
thank you for taking me with you on your country trip and to grand central station that i haven’t even been to myself. although i feel like i have been…
the rose coming through the snow is exceptional.
and also it is a great metaphor for how my weekend was (cause you asked).
i felt like i everything around me was frozen. i felt heavy and empty at the samr time and insecure of what might come (or not).
sounds pretty dramatic i know.
but the rose came through the snow. not only where you were but also in berlin.
all will be good.
whatever might happen.
i truly believe.
sending love x
Roses are always signs of special things to come :)
Have faith.
always!!!!!
<3
Heather – you must have beans on toast!
Weekend? I went to the seaside to plan and commune with the shore. Xx
Photos please!
Have a look on the Instagram. X
There is nothing like a weekend in the country, is there, to remind us of where we really are and what really matters. You can also do a weekend in the desert but it’s not quite the same thing. The desert reminds you of how full your life is back home, whereas the country reminds you of how full the world is, with the goodness of attentive dogs and babbling brooks and brisk country air.
The desert is exactly thus. How clever.
(I don’t believe I have ever had beans on toast)
Well, this made me a happy camper, tg. Full speed ahead.
And yes, lots of good conversation on my side of the pond resulting in a few things resembling…resolutions. Eeek!
Resolutions are Odd Things ;)