This week we are fully in autumn. The wind stays cold no matter how brilliant the sunshine, heavy frost blankets the grass, taking longer to leave, and the grey of the approaching storm clouds covering a wan sun take on winter's hue. The next season is not far behind.
I felt a bit gloomy about this and that, reflecting the weather it seemed, when i heard a car door slam outside. I am very near the corner and people have often used my driveway as a turnaround, or they park opposite the house and get out of their cars to check something--trailers pulling boats or motorcycles, or they get something from the trunk/boot. I looked outside to see a deliveryman in a white van. I've seen him before in my driveway. Only i hadn't ordered anything.
I hadn't. But a dear friend in the UK had, and i opened a box from Fortnum & Mason, which held about a half dozen varieties of tea, some which i have tasted and loved, and a few i had wanted to try but hadn't yet ordered. In fancy tins.
There was also a tin of biscuits and not just any old tin, but one that has a music box on the bottom, and not just only old biscuits but yummy dark chocolate dipped orange digestive ones,
and a card which read simply,
Tea and Sympathy and much love from across the Pond
All dismal feelings vanished, and i gave thanks for such a loving, dear friend.
I am glad love is not aware of long distances when it crosses from one heart to another and was once again struck by how it warms the heart on the gloomiest of days.