Snow, swans and getting hygge (or, my desire to be cosy & some news)
October 28, 2015
Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, “snow.”
Leaves were green and stirring,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, “frost.”
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.
~Something Told the Wild Geese, Rachel Field
This is one of my favourite poems, and I’m sure I’ve posted it before. It’s what always comes to mind at this time of year, and what sprang to mind immediately earlier when I read that folklore has it that we are due a harsh winter this year, as the arrival of Siberian swans in Britain is the earliest for 50 years, and other early arrivals have heralded particular chilly winters. (I know, swans and geese are not the same).
The imagery of the wheat fields, frost and migrating birds, combined with the golden sunlight of this time of year and the clocks going back seems to conspire in my brain to mean that I am massively craving time to be peaceful and cosy and hunker down at home with my family. I can’t seem to find enough time to enjoy snugging up at home, candles lit, fire on, and enjoying simple things such as drinking coffee, playing games with Pip, even doing the odd jigsaw as a family. I’ve made no secret of my love of Denmark and I wish we had a word for it like the Danes do (you’ve probably read a bit about the concept of hygge recently if you read any of the same mainstream press that I do).
I’ve started thinking about how we will celebrate the various of the celebrations that occur between now and January, booking tickets to various festive things, and even thinking about what to wear and wanting to buy new slippers. I also desperately want to go back to Denmark – we went in December of 2013 and June of this year.
I’ve been reading Helen Russell’s The Year of Living Danishly: Uncovering the Secrets of the World’s Happiest Country after a recommendation from Nicki (which was where I no doubt got the geese into my head too) and massively enjoying realising that the cosiness I crave is actually a *thing* and that it is achievable. It’s not just the hormone rush of the second trimester (see, I told you I had news!) but an actual, genuine, thing, that was first documented in 18th-century in Denmark). Finally, a reason for all those candles, blankets and other things essential to being cosy – although, strictly speaking, hygge is about appreciating low-cost things, not a justification for spending a week’s wage in Diptyque, wonderful as they smell.
I’ll be back with a full review when I’ve finished it…
PS. I realised I hadn’t shared any of the photos – they are still on my camera I think, but I found these on my phone of hygge in June. (And the amazing light in Snekkersten, just north of Copenhagen).