It still seems to be dark. Yet what is this? A robin singing full throatedly outside the bedroom window. I look at the clock. 6.45. What a wonderful, resonant alarm clock! As I write this 11 hours later another bird is seeing down the sun. A song thrush probably . Or a black bird but it is not close enough for me to be sure. Early for either birds to be singing in January.
Although frequently guilty of extravagance and self-indulgence, I wake up thinking about frugality. In world so full of pain and greed, I am attracted to a frugal way of life. Making things last. Cooking with left overs. Avoiding waste at all cost. Perhaps a wartime childhood prepared me for it. But this is how I like it.