Moody Blue

Yesterday was one
of those days...

You wake up
cold...
I mean
bone chilling cold.

You turn up
the electric blanket
and determine to not
get up.

But you do.
Hibernating is not really
a choice.
And deem the day
"moody blue."

The rain pours
down from the heavens
and the dampness won't
let up.

You have two
choices.
Go back to bed
or
go for a better mood.

I lugged out the crock-pot
and filled it aromatic spices
garden veggies


Sliced up some Granny Smith
apples and over did the
cinnamon. Baked apple
with a dab of ice cream...
"Ah man!" as the grandchildren say,
talk about comfort food.

Twisted the husband's arm
for a fire in the fireplace
amid all the Florida preparations.

Knitted on my blue wool sock
for hours on end.

Watched the flames
turn a deep blue
to complement the sock.

Seldom have I been more awake
or more content...
to knit a moody blue day.