Monday, 14 July 2014
A beer and taking time out to glance at the flowers.
Midday I sat outside my house with a cool San Miguel beer from the fridge and watched the energy saving flowers prefer not to sway. My bare feet suffered the heat of the path, lifted up and suffered again. A fervently keen trilogy of bumble bees landed on the lavender and took off again, each seeming to know what the other two proposed to do. The aged rosemary bush practically vibrated in the heat. The washing I had hung out only an hour ago was now bone dry. Soufie the cat lapped eagerly at her bowl of tepid water. She ignored the small dead fly in the corner.