Thursday, 12 March 2009
Wish you were here
No I really really do wish you were here, truly and honestly for it is a crime to have such a slice of heaven all to myself. Makes me wonder sometimes what I have done to deserve it. As the orb of the deep blood red sun rose and filtered through the shutters I knew that today I was going to be lucky. I padded in PJ's round the pool at 7am large mug of tea in hand and surveyed the riot of flowers springing forth. The hyacinths in bloom, the buds of the lilac fat and sticky, the rose promising its best show yet.
But lately I have been distracted by other matters and although I have often visited this space the words simply froze on the keyboard and I have left feeling restless. One of my nearest and dearest was taken ill and so I flew back to Great Britain. I purposely write Great Britain because despite the trend to moan, complain and constantly run the place down when the NHS puts its mind to it in the case of an emergency then it is great. It's a humbling and sobering experience to visit a stroke ward and see the patience and care the nurses administer often under trying circumstances. It also makes you focus rather sharply on your own life, the people that surround you, your aims and what is really important to you. I have come to the conclusion not to tolerate rude people any longer, I shall simply ignore them.
But I digress as a way of explanation for my absence. I've just drawn back the pool cover and wondered fleetingly at the pleasure (or not) that could be obtained by a quick dip with the aid of a wetsuit and to dry out in the sun on a steamer.
My eyes wander over to the fat lazy cat lying curled up without a care in the world by the old wooden bench. Sadly my eye's spy the ever increasing greenery of weeds peeking through.
I'm going to simply ignore those too and enjoy my life today.
Wish you were here. xx