She’s floating on a sea of green.
The grass in the garden
A rich, vibrant chartreuse
Is glowing with spring sunshine.
The blanket of blue wool with red and white plaid is small
A precious remnant of her childhood
Where she used it exactly as she did today
Picking out a patch of lawn
Pitching her tent, so to speak
And lying on her back to read.
Sunshine and clouds above
Moving quickly across the sky.
A garden alive with the sounds of
Joyous birdsong, the whirring of bumblebees
Seeking nectar from newly opened blossoms
And the gentle breeze that gathers its fingers
Through the towering lilac bush
Its buds just starting to bloom.
It’s peaceful here
And reminds her of all the days she would spend
Just like this
When she was a girl.
Her, the blanket and a couple of mysteries
Piled next to her.
Words to lose herself in.
It was easy back then.
And immerse herself in her books.
Far easier than now…
Photos taken by sirensong1208