Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Being an insomniac in May is actually pretty sweet
Even though the cat gets pissed off when you wake up at 4:30 or 5:00 and it becomes apparent to her that you are not going to be a human pillow for another couple of hours after all, there's something that is so restorative and promising about a late spring dawn. You know you are not going to get back to sleep. After all, the light in this northern place is already filling the room and the birds have begun their "I made it through the night, so come make eggs with me, baby" call. And just as your eyelids start to descend and your focus meanders to that sweet spot in your forebrain where the sleep lives, a dog starts to bark in someone's backyard, announcing that it's taken its leak and now it wants breakfast.
And still, now fully awake you lie there, because the air coming through the open window smells so sweet and fresh, and it's interspersed with wisps of winter remnants, so that you pull the covers over your shoulders and relish the warmth of the quilt. Up here on the second story and in this soft bed, the freshness is bracing and invigorating; downstairs in the kitchen it will just be bloody cold.
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This tree in my yard smells so nice. It's a gift to you for putting up with days of concert photos which I didn't even take. I wish Blogger had a scratch and sniff option.

17 comments:

Stephanie said...

could you imagine if there was a scratch 'n sniff option? holy moly
that would be awesome

Alana said...

Uh-oh Barbara, Scratch'n'Sniff combined with "Fart Girls: The Movie". Bet you wouldn't pay to see THAT. :P

I have the opposite kind of insomnia though. When it's late at night and there's stars outside, I have an impossible time going to sleep, I just want to run around outside, but when the sun comes up and there's birds making eggs and dogs barking for breakfast, I just want to pull the covers over my head and sleep until the sun goes down, lol...

Barbara said...

There are some things you don't wanna sniff... I wont even go there. The tree looks very nice. I was confused for a minute thinking hey I didn't send her that picture. It looks so much like a tree near me. Did you see on The Hour what I didn't mention in the email today? ^5

Jas Bhambra said...

I love the early summer mornings interspersed with subtle hints of winter....I find it very romantic! :)

kelly said...

f****** 4 am birds in the trees i want to wring all their little necks

phlegmfatale said...

"I made it through the night, so come make eggs with me, baby"

Ah, sweet nature!

Ben Heller said...

I have a Blackbird who parks by my window every morning and night and his song call is so sweet. Every call is unique, his bird vocabulary is vast, and I miss him in the cold winter months.This is my favourite time of year.

Grover said...

What a fantastic post... it's got a slight Kerouac-esque cadence to it. Very poetic.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You'd have to use that option very judiciously though, Stephanie. I imagine for the first while we'd be trying it out on all kinds of gross pictures, a la Fart Girls: the Movie, but after a while we just use it for more pleasant things.

You may very well be right, Alana. I wouldn't want to see a full length FG:tM with a scratch and sniff feature, but the trailer ... sure why not?
Your circadian sleep cycle definitely changes through the years. I used to be a night owl as well, now I wake up when I used to go to bed.

Those mountain ash trees are lovely aren't they, Barbara W?
Yes, I saw Evelyne's blog featured on the Hour, with your and Alana's comments featured. How extremely cool! What a little celebrity that goat has become in its young life!

Hints of winter add a depth to any season, I think, Jas. It makes me more aware of the larger picture.

Oh you've heard them too, have you, Kelly? They are now starting about 3:45 here. But I'll take them over my neighbour's crappy old diesel truck ANY DAY!

Birds are so subtle, aren't they, Phlegfatale? And you never see them sniffing each others' butts or strutting around with a beer in hand.

Do blackbirds migrate seasonally in the UK, Ben? I'm noticing that a lot of the birds that we used to think of as migratory now stay all winter. I imagine it's a combination of a warmer climate and opportunism.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Well thanks Andy! I wasn't consciously going for Kerouac-esque, but will definitely take that as a compliment. I owed it to people after days of unmitigated gushing.

kelly said...

yeah birds over diesel anyday....

so does this mean you're all gushed out?

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Oh hell no, Kelly, you know me better than that! Just taking a break to sharpen the axe.

Ocean said...

sniff, sniff I love that color. Nice to hear you wakeing up in such a relaxing mood with all your sences finding there way into the new day ahead :) Think I would have to cut some of those for a vase of fresh flowers inside.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

They would make lovely cut flowers, Ocean, but I usually stick to harvesting the lilacs. I think those trees are more forgiving.

michelle said...

Golly garsh Barbara, I feel like I just woke up in the most coolest parallel universe. Where dogs lazily piss in the backyard, birds are horny, I'm sleepy, and all is bliss.

You paint a beautifully eccentric picture with your words, my friend. :)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Shucks, thanks, Michelle! I was feeling a trifle eccentric that day...

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