Thursday, 25 March 2010
The joy of yellow fields
OK last post in this series on senses, mainly cause I've now done them all!
So today it's taste and touch.
The taste of ice cold champagne in a flute
The elixir of good coffee, and then another cup
The moist crumblyness of a warm croissant
Ripened brie to the point it almost runs off the plate.
Sunday roast potatoes covered in gravy
Hot or cold water when I'm thirsty
Salt spray on the tongue on a windy day at the beach
The first cherries and raspberries of the season
An indulgent treat of a milk flake eaten, oh so slowly
Butterscotch sweets that take me back to car rides with Granpa
Food cooked my me that are my mums recipes from my childhood
The treat of a gin and tonic when with friends.
I could go on but this is enough. I'm sure you have your own list of things that make your taste buds explode with joy.
So not forgetting touch...
I am the woman who never wears any wool other than cashmere. I save up and buy a jumper (or two!) a year and have done going back many years now. I love the softness/warmth/coolness of them. I wear them year round as they miraculously keep me warm in winter and cool in summer.
I love the feel of soft skin, and as I don't have any small babies to touch, I make sure my own skin is as soft as it can be. I exfoliate and apply lotions and potions every Sunday in my ritualistic self care bathroom session.
I love the feel of my dog's head as she sits next to me for stroking when I'm at my desk.
I wear soft and battered leather jackets that feel like a second skin, until it's too cold and I huddle in a big black woollen overcoat with gloves and woolly hat keeping snug.
I adore the feel of either of my sons arms around me in a hug. They hug very differently from one another,but boy do they hug.
Again I'm sure you have your list and I'd love to know what works for you.
As for these posts on the senses they have been a real joy to write, to really make myself think about what gives me a feeling of contentment in life. The things that I can make happen for myself, as they are my senses and therefore the things that make my senses tingle. And of course as I've written the lists down and read the comments I've thought, oh why didn't I say this or that, as one I've left out comes to mind .
So to finish today I'm just going to leave you with the image of yellow fields. Every year around late April into May the rape seed flowers. I adore the sight, it brings a smile to my face. I love the scent, it's heady perfume filling the air. It just makes me happy, and usually when I see yellow fields I'm driving with the roof down and the music on, so most of my senses get a direct hit.