My basket is loaded with garden-fresh apples. They are so crimson and succulent! I wish you could try some but you dwell miles away from me. My face droops to see you not tasting the harvest of my hardwork.
Today, an eternity later, I wore my favorite pair of pearl earrings. I was on cloud nine when I stood against the mirror in the sunlit corner of my room. Believe me, the reflection my happiness was stronger that the reflection of golden rays of light!
My pale freckled long ears are looking stretched and tired of holding the beautiful white pearls. My ear piercings have grown so wide that they almost resemble big holes carved in the trees by woodpeckers. Despite all this, I couldn’t stop adoring the elegance I had ornamented myself with! I began to see my dry skin glow and even got flattered by the wrinkles. With sunrays playing in the background, that moment echoed the phrase, ‘Old is Gold’ , quite literally!
Sometimes, I just spend my days for the sake of it, but I am glad I was able to pause the domino effect today. For a change, I did some gardening.
I have always dreamt of nurturing a gorgeous garden. My garden is how I want my heaven to be! All shall be welcomed to this Garden of Eden, from the loudest to the most mute of the creatures. This Garden of Eden shall umbrella all the colours under it from the most dull to the brightest.
Also, do you remember our backyard shed? It is all rusted now and I have all my gardening tools kept there. I spent half of the day watering, snipping, ploughing and adding mulch to the plants (don’t forget to tell your dad about mulch! It will restore the health of his garden).
You know, I shouldn’t have been so industrious, my bones are like feathers now, FRAGILE. I totally feared they’d crack because suddenly I was straining them with bending and sitting exercises. Even right now, after a five hours gap, my body is in denial, the bones are refusing to talk to me! But graciously, the fruit of it all turned out to be the sweetest.
I am so proud to see two cane baskets full of apples and cherries. I even plucked some flowers and put them in the upcycled containers. One of the flowers, a pink chrysanthemum is still resting behind my ear, though now it has wilted.
But there is something really important I want to vent out. Cay, when I am no longer in the picture, there will be times you would want to feel my presence around you.
In a situation like that, you should go to a garden nearby.
The Isolated liveliness of the colours, twittering birds, fluttering butterflies and grinning flowers will remind you of me. It will be our far away land where the both us will be able to connect and listen to each other❤
As long as we concentrate on our small secluded alive garden, the presence of people around wouldn’t matter. We will call it, ‘The Garden of Granny and Cay’.
I am sending all the love and warmth to my chatterbox💕. Your pictures are helping me get through these days of silent neighbourhoods.