The clouds are creeping in. More rain is coming. I just looked at the weather on the internet and we are surrounded by green radar rain.
We are just waiting for the first drops.
I went walking this morning by myself and went a different way than usual. I think I have suburbitis and need to see something wild and undisturbed. There are some areas near us that are environmentally sensitive and are being left alone, but they are mostly grasslands.
Anyway, on my little journey this morning, I came upon some wild narcissus blooming away. I picked a big handful and brought them home. They are sitting here by my monitor scenting the air with their not to be denied perfume.
They were a welcome surprise on this gray day. I felt like God knew I needed a bouquet of flowers. Bless Him.
I was going to write today, but found that my brain is behaving like a bowl of cream of wheat. It’s just sitting there. Bland and colorless.
I am sure it’s partly the weather, partly the season and partly me in a sort of peri-menopausal funk.
Funk. Hmmm, I wonder if I really know what that word means?
Here is what Webster says:
Main Entry: 2funk
Function: noun
Etymology: probably from obsolete Flemish fonck
1 a : a state of paralyzing fear b : a depressed state of mind
2 : one that funks : COWARD
Coward? Fear? Oh my. I suppose we are going to have to go with depressed state of mind and leave it like that. I sort of bristle at the COWARD part. But maybe that is accurate. Afraid to face the re-write, afraid of the weather, afraid of suburbia?? I don’t know. How can I tell? I am in a funk. I wouldn’t trust my own judgment right now.
Ah well, maybe when the rain is over…… I will no longer be, “one that funks”