I miss “me”...
...i miss the hours spent away in my sunroom with the doors flung open to the beautiful gardens in the sultry summer afternoons, time spent writing …the air transfused with the sweet scent of honeysuckle, lavender, and figs and the sounds of ethereal music..,
...the dewy mornings spent knees sunk into the moist rich earth , my hands at play planting flowers and musing at the dance of the hummingbirds ..the bubbles rising to the pond’s surface, mesmerising…
...the feel of the cold stone under my feet as I sit on the terrace after a refreshing cool shower ,enjoying the taste of sweet succulent cantalope wrapped in wafer thin prochutto and a glass of lambrusco to revive me after a sunrise walk and working in the garden..
..i miss the lightness under my feet as I dance
..i miss sitting next to the warm crackling fire on cold dark wintry nights, reading Anna Karinina..
...and racing the children up the stairs to their beds in the evenings, running through the hallways, acting the part of the scary monster,... watching them slowly succumbing to sleep , embracing the end of the day in laughter