Sometimes I am so busy yearning for something – community, nature – that I miss the moments life brings these things to me now. This happens a lot! This post is about my daughter Eve encouraging me to step out in the garden and enjoy the rain that pours i.e. #throwingthenetopen on my getting old curmudgeonly ways!
If you are reading this in the sunny October climate that is the UK you will know that we are now entering a period where for 98.9% of the time for the next 7 months, potentially 8 if May 2015 is a right off like this year, it’s going to be raining.
The skies will be grey. The streets will be grey. Oh it’s a sorry business indeed.
And well here I am moaning about wanting to live somewhere more immersed in nature and where where my daughter can play outside and our dog Bongo can live with us and then well it’s raining, and ummm you don’t expect me to go outside when it’s raining?
Luckily for me I have a daughter called Eve and thank god Eve and her garden like to hang out with each other – even when the clouds roll and rain pours. And even when her mum is in a grump.
One person’s paradise…
I drove to my mother’s last Saturday purely so that Eve and I could have some time outside and hang out with my mother’s donkeys and shetlands – Toggles, Zoltie, Smokey Joe and Mikey. Or as Evie likes to call them “my friends.”
We got there and did some hanging out on Saturday and then on Sunday it rained. Really rained so staying inside seemed like a good enough place to be. Until Eve said “‘orses mama.” And I looked outside and inwardly moaned and then lamely offered some other alternatives. She was not to be dissuaded.
And then that awesome phrase “there is no bad weather, only bad clothes” slung itself into my mind and so we went and got dressed properly and I remembered being young and adaptable and devoted and no matter the weather just wearing whatever clothes suited the outside mood, so that I could spend as long as possible with my pony Whiskey.
And then Eve and I clambered outside and it felt good. Really good. And we walked slowly, with Eve taking in the torrential rain with a sense of hmmm this is cool. And an hour later, or maybe more as I lost a sense of time, we returned – stinking and wet and muddy – in fact I think when we took our clothes off steam shot out and whirled into the air. For there is something about waterproofs that likes to keep that body heat a swirling around.
Our hands and boots were filthy brown with dirt and mud and the odd parts of us that the rain had found access to were sodden – a bit of trouser, a partially exposed bit of jumper around a wrist. But our hearts were elated (Eve chatted excitedly about what we had been up to) and something danced in my body that I haven’t felt for a while – life!
To be out in the rain with my daughter poo picking and herding the donkeys and horses with twigs we found scattered with the leaves in the garden. To be pulling bulging globes of pears from the trees and wrenching courgettes the size of small pigs from the rich deep soil, phwrrrroah mother nature she’s got our happiness in the bag. And all we got to do, is just go and dance with her – whenever, if ever we can. Actually if I were to pinpoint the exact point when my heart soared and the whole experience got orgasmically delicious this was it: the pulling of the forgotten overgrown vegetables from the earth. The tangible deliciousness of their roots being tenderly ripped from their source rippling through the cells of my body. Yowzah!
When Eve and I came back to the house with arm loads of beetroot and swedes and fennel and green leaves and spinach and courgettes it was with a feeling of having found the treasure at the bottom of the rainbow. (Did I say Rainbow? How can I not mention a most special rainbow indeed – please check out me chatting with the brilliant journalist and author Rachel Kelly about her experience with depression here – which she wrote about in her book Black Rainbow).
And that’s it really – what I wanted to write about this week. The bliss that a rain cloud can bring. Earth stuffed fingers and a heart soaring. So here I am reminding myself of the sheer beauty that happens when I #throwthenetopen on my comfort zone of oh christ here comes the dodgy weather, and realise that every cloud doesn’t need to come with a silver lining, a grey one is as good as gold.