I Must Be Part Bear....

I must be part bear  - otherwise why would I be hearing the  siren call to hibernate so early this year?  We've had overcast days this past week that have partnered their grayness with the bleakness of steady rain. The kind of rain that spills & splashes it's way hurriedly through the downspouts. The days are beginning to end early; night creeps in on silent wings bringing full dark before dinner. I see the darkness fall & begin to feel the need to doze - barely remembering to hold onto the knitting needles before they fall to the floor with a demanding rattle. I look at my desk thinking, briefly, of the things that I need to/want to get done .. but isn't that for morning when coffee & sleep combine to bring me clarity  & energy? Do I want to get into a project when I am longing only to slip earlier and earlier into the soft,seductive arms of Morpheus.

The paints twinkle in their pots, the inks,lush & black in their bottles seem to ask me to pick up a pen. The paper lies there waiting, smooth & pale - so perfect & clean. Across the room my sewing machine sits and looks as if it it too is beckoning to me. Neat piles of carefully cut strips & pieces that will, when evenly combined, become a beautiful quilt. The painted surfaces of other sheer bits of silks & gauze almost compel me to get up and get busy - but still I sit. Mesmerized by the fall of evening's dark & rain filled gloom. I listen once ,then twice, again to the rain lashing at the windows & doors and again think that surely I must be part bear or else the pull of such lush, soft laziness & the promises of a good book would not overcome in me the generally so strong need to produce!

Surely I must be part bear? I'll have more to show for my down time when tomorrow dawns and I have sleep and coffee on my side once again !