Women's News.

Hutt News, Volume 2, Issue 38, 27 February 1930, Page 2

Women's News.

By "EVE."

BLUE DAYS.

feeling blue? Then take a! look round and how much happiness you can find in blue days. "Nonsense,** says somebody "tow could anyone pos : sibly be cheerful on a blue day! The very name precludes all such possibilities." We go about feeling grumpy, tired and out-of-sorts.. We air our grievances to all who will listen; we indulge in much self-pity, and generally succeed in making everyone1 -about us thoroughly miserable. Not until the fog of our depression lifts do we rer alize just how grouchy and bad tempered we have been.

And all because we were so full of out own > troubles and importance, that we failed to see the beauty wit-h which blue days abound. .. Nearly every day in Spring is a blue day—brilliant, rainwashed " skies, blue-birds- winging through, the sunshine, and the. fra-

grance of shy, purple-bkie violets in the

garden. The buds are bursting" on the > trees, i&e sap 'is flowing through the branches, and everywhere is new life and growth. Even the, song of the birds is sweeter and more joyous for, safe in fcheir nests are speckled blue eggs, and the flame of .hope burns high.in each feathered breast. Surely nobody could be wholly unhappy in Springtime. .

Summer days nro-bVue days when the sea lies glinting in ,tKe sunlight anrl the cloud-galleons go sailing across the sky.iand the ,wind through, the-grasses-fleeting gently, caresses the up-turned faces of the i'orgetrine-nots' th«at grow on the banks' of *he murmuring-Stream. And when the rail, v.f the year is come, and travellers journey along the Great White Road of the country, the wood smoke rises from the farmhouse-chim-neys in their blue spirals, to the, heavvens; the hills are all-Iwrapped in shipLmeTing haze, and the shadows lie lon& and wavering acrosa the valley.

O you, whose eyes were holedn, can you not see the beauty in blue days* now! Can you not lose your worries in the loveliness around you? Feeling blue? Grey or black, perhaps, but not •blue,, w.hen your. mouth., droops at the ' comers, and" you feel as though there is nothing worth living for in life. Blue is-a happy colour—the happiest colour we know. God, meant .us to be bright and cheerful, else He would never have put so much of it in the.world. Sea and sky and hills; birds "and flowers and shadows —-away with your gloom, turn your back on your cares, and thanfc God for all the beauty and joy in blue day*. , • ....

—-By Enid Saunders,, Lower Hutt