Midnight…

Sometimes when I can’t sleep I have a little party – candle, favorite book… my *best* cashmere shawl, quiet music, the remains of the stir-fry. I am blessed to have many friends on distant continents, guaranteed to be awake for a chat. Sometimes I just sit up quietly and watch the moon over the water, or the jets over Oakland, or on one memorable occasion, flames consuming Angel Island. I make notes, and grandiose plans, and wind down with a cup of hot milk, my favorite luxury.

The best books are of poetry, or pictures, because you don’t get drawn into a long narrative. Drawing is good too, though I tend to draw up house plans and start obsessing where to put the entrance to the root cellar, or the best arrangements of power outlets in some wildly extravagant workroom. The exact composition of the orchard, however, is a never-failing delight.

One day I will have a garden again, with all the things which please me, and shall end up an enthusiastic old horticultural bat, knee-deep in her own compost.

Have you noticed I haven’t mentioned the event which will happen in two weeks? That’s because I hate it, and endure it. Instead I will enjoy the high tides, the turning of the light, and (the only crack in my grinchdom) the local Boat Parade, which is delightful.

About Tricia Rose

Not distracted by shiny objects.
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9 Responses to Midnight…

  1. I’m sad you hate it. M.

  2. The boat parade is beautiful. Perhaps if you hate the 25th, you can take pleasure in the shortest day, instead? I’m guessing it’s around the 21st… ?
    When I can’t sleep, I always end up raiding the fridge and make some very unwise choices. I reckon midnight calories don’t count :)

  3. Hi Tricia,
    Sometimes I suffer from insomnia too. Instead of freaking out about my sleeplessness, I am going to try your very zen approach. Thanks. And I will do well to remember that I may not be alone in the depths of night.
    Xo, Lynn

  4. Marianne says:

    Well I see I am not the only one who can’t sleep. I love the way you write!

  5. Katie Kidd says:

    Tricia, your photo’s are beautiful, esp. the moon. When I lie awake at night I often wonder about who else I know may be doing the same thing…….. except now whenever I eat my lunch I will ponder your wakefulness & send you positive vibes across the globe. Take Care.

    Katie

  6. Rachael says:

    Really? You’re a Grinch? Would never have guessed! I spent too many Christmases alone so I now embrace it with gusto! By the way, I loved the article in Houzz and I love your floors! I don’t suffer from insomnia (although you make it sound fun), I suffer from not being able to sleep in..ever! I love the early morning too much. Rachaelxx

  7. Stitchfork says:

    The image of the moon and moonlit water is gorgeous and would make me want to sit back and relax. Enjoy the boat parade and may the holidays pass quietly for you.
    xo Cathy

  8. anne marie says:

    your evenings alone, when you can’t sleep, sound just perfect to me….and being on the water? i can’t imagine the peace and solitude you must have……

    I too love to sketch up drawings of gardens and rooms and new outbuildings…

    By the way…I just love your bedding…..it’s just so beautiful……

  9. How wonderful and daring of you to admit to grinchdom. But the lights on the water are so magical. Thanks for stopping by. Jane

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