Rustica and Grace

Orange blossom becoming oranges

ripening in the sun

making marmalade with sunshine…

there is a horse made of clouds

an old chair amongst flowers

and home-grown strawberries

and bees, happy bees in air heavy with jasmine…

notice the lightest breeze, the lengthening of shadows

one step at a time

and not getting ‘there’ until tomorrow

perhaps

and those expressions – ‘goodness gracious!’

and ‘Oh dear!’, ‘Bless you!’

My grandmothers’ dignity and interest;

the presence of heartfelt kindness, gentleness

and wisdom.

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