Tuesday, January 18, 2022

imagining Proust's garden at Combray

 "after dinner... in the garden if it was fine...."

Proust remembers as a child that after dinner the family talked in the garden, the grandmother would even wanting to be out even when it was not fine.

and a few page on he explains that being in that garden every evening, they did not use any lights as in not to attract the mosquitoes.

This all makes me long for such a time.  Where yes that is what you did with the whole family every night and no you did not have a government program to get rid of mosquitoes. 

Do you and your family have simple habits like that, that feel valuable, nourishing even?

Ours, being retired, is: most mornings we go for a walk.  And our walk is not weather depended, we agree with the grandmother.  We only do not go if we need to go places in the morning, not very often, or when there is too much snow to shovel, which we will do together instead of walking.

3 comments:

Sharon said...

Each evening before going to my bed in the loft, I go outside and look at the sky. The Full Moon has had a shimmering halo around it recently. Sometimes the sky is so clear and I float off into the Milky Way. Sirius is there at times, bright over the mountain to the south. When Venus is the Evening Star her beauty astounds me. Or the red Mars challenges me to courage.
When it is overcast I join in the calmness of the snow burdened spruce. When it is cold and the wind is wild I stand on the exposed driveway and feel my vulnerability before I hurry back in to the heat of the wood stove.
Every night is a new,change and beauty.

Sharon from the cabin on the Takhini River outside Whitehorse, Yukon

jozien said...

thanks Sharon, that is so beautiful!

jozien said...

A friend of mine wrote this: My husband and I don’t have exactly this kind of outside routine, but we have peanut butter and toast every morning for breakfast and that is a comforting routine.

When the days are longer, we lie in bed and read with the large window in the bedroom open and listen to the birds. That too is comforting.it’S one of those sliding doors, floor to ceiling.