sunlit plants. snails. shining shifts through the leaves creating dances to shadows.
Bubbles of sun shine through the trees that cover our humble garden. I am not alone, I have a 2 year old peeking through the fences with her chocolate dirty hands and face. Piercing blue eyes yapping, we having conversations of profound issues.
My best friend forever, is down stairs finishing a lock down 1500 piece puzzle . I lost interest in 3 minutes. Yet his determination is simply outstanding. Marley reversed in between the wall and PC, so he is here with me as I write, parked off eyes shut listening to Angus and Julies Stone.
There is true life in a garden. without a doubt. You just have to have the patience and love for nature. My garden was very neglected by the previous tenants.
no love no nurture.
We inherited a mess. But slowly but surely it is coming alive. Being on a lock down jolts a lot of it progress but nature is resilient as all she needs is kindness, so I water her. I have another visitor tall in stature, getting old and a little wonky one eyed Giz. He stumbles passed me and lays in the leaves camouflaged by shadows. I have had him for 17 years, got him when he was 6 weeks old.
Coldplay is play “Trouble in Town”. How appropriate. The World is Trouble as I sit and enjoy he warmth of the sun light and nature, trees very few flowers. Snails, birds. Just such a happy place to be in on lock down.
how fortunate we are
Internet, Spotify, Sun. A Canon camera with a zoom lens, full tummy, got a cigarette and glass of coldrink. Live in a very small duplex step up, 5 houses in a neat row. Three bedrooms, 2 1/5 bathrooms. And there are only two people live here. Garage. And a lovely kitchen, dining and lounge on lock down. Its pretty.
Yet over a field and few roads you get Masi. Imagine being in a overpopulated shack. Hungry, uneducated and ruled by their men. Cramped. No running water. No sanitary towels. The Main road outside the front door. An absolute nightmare of dust, the devil and the dirt.