Today is a day for contemplating ‘a wee bit’ of thinking. Why I am stuck on that phrase, not sure, but it seems to draw me in. A wee bit of….What in the world? Is it not an Irish or Scottish term of endearment like ‘wee little one’. Hmmmmm. No. I think it is more than that. Maybe it is the inner voice saying just a little bit more of this or that might just do the trick. The trick of what I am not sure. Have you ever found yourself saying if I had just had a wee bit more of or just need that extra wee bit of…… before I…then things would be good to go. On the other hand, there are moments that you may find yourself in a wee bit of a pickle and using ‘wee bit’ might just be the kind of word usage you need. Kind of like someone made you something and you say it is a wee bit….vinegary. salty. tart. cooked. So what is a wee bit of something something on my mind.
For instance, it is not like I want it to be really hot out but I do appreciate a little more warmth in the day. I had turned the heat off for the last couple of weeks as the sun, even the rainy days, had a bit of warmth to them. I just wanted a wee bit more of the warmth. But okay I gave up….heat on. No I do not say to google home “Hey google, heat on”. That would be my daughter, not me here. LOL. Now I am probably going to regret the wish of a little bit of warmth as this week is calling for the two digit temperatures of low 20’s. Well howdeedoodee yippekaiyeah!
What in the world!! I am laughing at myself because I find myself creating non-words, putting nonsensical sounds together to express my exuberance of something, namely in this case…. brrr it is cool outside. But they make sense to me and certainly a wee bit of fun.
Is it my imagination or has the weather been quite a rollercoaster lately? I mean come on. I feel like I am on a train of rain-sun-clear blue-cloud-fog-cool-wind-repeat. Regularly. A bit much. Are my sunflowers even going to come up, show that I have even a slight modicum of a green thumb. I do want to show my mom on video chat the fruits of my labour and say, “Yes mom, there is hope for me yet to get something to grow.” Oh well. A wee bit of patience here might be on the menu.
Anyway today was great for a fast-pace walk. Cool or not, it was a fresh feeling with blue skies, cheery sun and sheep’s wool clouds above. Don’t you just love how the water and sky and land come together, creating an image that meets or surpasses your expectation of beauty? Yes beauty. I realize that everyone has his/her own thoughts on what is beauty and beautiful but holy to goodness it wraps ones heart up silly with a kicking whoop of joy. And then lo and behold I saw my first lupin. Woohoo. In all that is holy, what a sight!! The wildness along the sides of the road on the island just blow me away with the beauty of wild flowers especially lupins. My sister buys the seeds to grow in her garden and here they are growing wild and free. Bounty of heaven sent. I’ll take the wee bit of loveliness any day.
And the clouds….whew! Another bit of joy. Do you remember, or maybe you still do it, where you lay down on the grass, bugs and all, and look up at the clouds formed in the sky. Sometimes they are so crazily overpowering in their presence. Depending on the cloud and day, they can speak to you. Does that sound weird? No. For they talk and tell you if storm is coming or it’s going to be a fluffy sunny day or draw you in to see the picture they formed. I remember many times going down Route 101, heading homeward after picking up my grandson from daycare. He was not in school yet but he went through a stage of naming the clouds…his little eagle eyes observed his surroundings in a wondrous way. We would look at the clouds and he could tell you the type it was….cumulus, cirrus, status or nimbus. Yeah, look at me, I remember. Barely. But looking at them right now, it is not as clear what kind….could be a cirrostratus. Is there such a thing? I think I am in a wee bit of a fog. No surprise!
Now I do have a wee bit of an issue as I am listening to the crows outside cawing incessantly. Have you noticed the ever present sounds in your neck of the woods? I have. It can be annoyingly rackety. Is that a word? Well it works here. Not long ago funnily enough I had a conversation with my grandson last weekend as he stayed over. He said he liked coming to my place because it was quiet and then qualified it by saying he liked being here with me too. Good rescue line grandson. LOL. Is that like speak for boring? Oh maybe not. Is it quiet here? Yes and no. It depends. I mean as I pause for a moment to listen I realize not really, even though it was one of the reasons I sought out country living…peace, calm, serenity, QUIET.
Babble and racket are part and parcel I am discovering of nature and human activity. Birds chirping, cawing, tweeting, pecking, whooping, cooing, hooing. Coupled with the rural routines and fare of the residents of the CRACK of DAWN “up and at em” kind of morning routine. Oops that is me too. My bad. LOL. But they do not hear me for goodness sake. Hahaha. Does that sound like quiet? Nope my grandson but glad you want to come and stay with me. That makes me a wee bit happy. (no, a lot)
Anyhoo. I am not complaining. It is the rhythm of the community. My neighbour gets up early and gets on his tractor cutting the grass on the golf course while at the same time someone cuts his wood log pile into firewood, daily; the whine and whirring of the chainsaw can be felt. Better than the dentist’s drill whirring I can tell you. Since it is part of the day, I call it the morning wakeup call….you know the kind….. just after 5 AM IN THE MORNING!! Because here the spring sun is up and so are the PEOPLE. Which is then exacerbated by the multitude of lobster boats engines echoing off the banks of the cliffs as they navigate their way out of the channel to the open sea, some at 430 am. And must not forget the cars, trucks and semis going up and down Rte 20 in the valley, next to the fields and bay, as their wheels clip along and gears shift. Odd it says 60 kph but I guess they are having trouble with 6 and 9. Yeah hubbub and din.
Finding the wee bits of something. I mean I would like to see a wee bit more of family. Yes. That would be nice and so appreciated. And hug. Oh that last hug. If you could only turn back the clock for a hot minute, a wee few seconds, what would that look like, sound like, feel like, be like. For me, I would hug the goodness out of my mom and my two daughters, my dad, my granddaughter, my Ontario family and fill me up for the long haul of not being able to. I would take the right turn instead of the left and go visit friends that I should have popped into see. But did not.
I came across a nursery rhyme “a wee bit of heaven drifted down from above a handful of happiness a heart full of love a mystery of life so sacred and sweet the giver of joy so deep and complete precious and priceless so lovable too the worlds sweetest miracle congratulations on your new baby boy (girl too). The joy of being gifted for a moment and to take it all in as much as you can.
But funnily as I was exploring the idea of the phrase ‘a wee bit’, it reminds me that it is a kind way of saying, hey wait a minute. Trying to put things into perspective. It kind of breaks the ice in suggesting something that should be considered but have to approach the situation in a way that is palatable. Let’s face it, not everyone can handle whatever. So something could be going on in your life and you want to play it down or something big is presented but needs to be addressed. Or it is a generous little word that is used for a wee one (or not so wee). Or it could be a literal meaning like your babe needs to….well you can fill in the blanks. Family blog here. LOL.
I wonder a wee bit about that.
I have learned a wee bit since then.
We are just a wee bit mixed up.
You might be just a wee bit too clever for your own good now.
I don’t believe in angels, no. But I do have a wee parking angel. It’s on my dashboard and you wind it up. The wings flap and it’s supposed to give you a parking space. It’s worked so far. Billy Connolly
I think that is a wee bit exaggerated.
He just needs to calm down a wee bit.
I am not forgetful but just a wee bit eccentric.
I am a wee bit (probably more) worried.
I find that just a wee bit difficult to take.
What a wee little part of a person’s life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself. Mark TWain
Was I not right about the wee lass, saints preserve her!
I am just a wee bit confused, so bear with me.
But you have to understand that I consider myself a very modest artist, or whatever, and not of importance really at all – it is quite embarrassing to me to be asked my opinion about things. I am only a wee Scottish poet on the outside of everything. Ian Hamilton Finlay
So for today, a wee bit here and wee bit there and alot of bits everywhere. Blessings.
Let us pray for those whom are in need of our prayers this day.