I've had a few quiet days indoors. (Outdoors the noise of the wind is almost constant.)
What luxury to be able to stay home in the wild weather and for half a morning read Colette, browse my Matisse books and listen to Radio 3 - Pablo Casals and, new to me. Michael Nyman's The Garden is Becoming a Robe Room, while I watch the weather go by and eat pancakes (inspired by Julia!).
I am reminded of Vita Sackville West's diary entries Quiet day at Sissinghurst.
Quiet day in Ardentinny
Feels like a blessing.
Here is a favourite sentence from Colette's Earthly Paradise
I did have - and still have - the habit of marvelling.
I could never tire of this book.
What would be your favourite book for a storm-bound day or three?
I marvelled that this blackbird sat on top of the hedge in the very teeth of the gale for fully five minutes!
Tough little bird.