Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Just Before The Break Of Dawn
For Abby, freshly made blueberry pancakes and orange juice, for Beccy and Matt, four grilled rashers of bacon each, sandwiched between a poached egg, and wrapped inside two slices of toast. Steaming mugs of piping hot tea. Tea also for Sam too, but not just yet, he likes to have his bowl of porridge first, sweetened with a spoon of honey and a splash of swirlly cream. Three vitamin pills a piece for all, laid opposite the stools at the breakfast bar.
Pottering around, the news on in the backround, hound in his basket, it's still dark outside as I begin the rounds to chase the sandman from our house. Today is the first day back at school, sleepier eyed than usual, they stumble to the kitchen.
All finished up and full, they scatter to their clothes and mirrors, plenty time still left to primp, it's only seven ten. Time enough yet to hunt down those missing books and leaking pens.
Jake, nose a-twich, eyes trailing each scrumptious plate, waits, alert, watching as I scrape, stack and rinse. His reward now, mixing his kibble with the left-over swill, I place his bowl in his corner, retreating to the sink. With flappy tail, jaws crunching over the clatter of the dishwasher cycle, he scatters splatters of sploge across the floor, titbits to hoover up as pudding.
Dawn peeks quietly through the window. (Better her, than Nutty Nora - wink).
Oh look - look!
Snowflakes are silently slipping against the pane, softly drifting down to coat the lawns and dip the glen in a fluffy, sparkling white marshmallow wrap.
Isn't it beautiful?
Each individual tree is a frosty scuplture, every branch crisply framed in boughs of prisine lace.
A thunder of feet on the stair, the door flies open as the girls spill in. Beaming faces announce "It's a Snow Day!" Magic spreads via text, all lessons on the island banished for the day.
Already out in the half dawn light, still in (now sopping wet) pajama bottoms, Matt is rolling up the snow-clad garden, leaving a carved, naked swathe of freshly mottled, frozen, flattened, green grass in his wake.
Following the fashion, Beccy slip-slides to join in, her footprints melding with his, smothered echos in the velvet snow.
..As Jake gives advice to roll down, not up the bloomin' hill (having chased enough balls to know).
The sun fully awake, so is Abby, eager and armed for the job, her enthusiasm is only outweighed by her, umm ..
Clumsiness (oopsie, sorry Matt)! Nothing a little patch up won't fix, eh?
Moods brighter than the reprised day, snowballs and sleds are gathered, Little Stevie enticed over, and all gloomy thoughts of upcoming exams get packed away beneath the fresh promise of this stolen holiday.
Hear that? What began as a whisper at dawn, is now a fully-throttled scream of pelting snowballs and thundering ice-rides hurtling down the drive. It's turning a wee bit too hairy for the likes of Sam and me out here..
..'Tis now safest for us indoors, with a nice, warming cuppa' tea!