up the garden path....!

I walk up the path

check out the tables under the grape,

but it's a hot day and the mossies will be out, so I stroll up 

on to the verandah but, it's not that hot, 

and the tables are in the shade 

so I look back into the garden, that flourishes here no matter

 how much (or how little) rain we may have had during the year.

and there is the table under the pistachio tree,

 nobody is sitting there

it's just the right distance from the fish pond

 so the mossies aren't a problem

there is enough sun filtered through the leaves to make it just right

I move smartly back down the steps of the verandah

 before someone else beats me to it.

I pull out the chair,  put my handbag on it, and wait for the girls to join me

Once upon a time I would come here each day with my book, have my coffee, sometimes a piece of cake or a bowl of soup. My friends would wave and pass on, they knew it was my alone time, my time for me,

Now they join me,  we laugh, we chat and we make  busy 

plans for other days

I don't need me time, alone time any more




is it time for a cuppa?