Saturday, 1 August 2009
I changed the page on the calender.
It was the sand dunes of Namibia, the warm balmy days of August.....
The sun warming tanned limbs as they stretch out on the grass.
The unplanned picnics with food to share.
The splashing of waves as the hit the shore
as the children run to catch one more
I looked out of the window at...
the new plants that need planting,
the clothes line sparkling with rain,
the swing seat that needs a book and me to lie on it,
the path that needs candles to light the way,
the table that needs a glass of wine and and friends to share,
and all I could see was the rain pouring down.
And even the dog's had enough,
not another walk in the rain.
Is this what she bargained for when she came to stay.
Another drenching, the third today