“On this road
where nobody else travels
~ Matsuo Bashō
Late yesterday afternoon I wandered through the back garden, and then up the hill toward the old orchard behind our house.
My word for the year is ‘home’ and I truly allowed myself to feel into that space yesterday.
Close to the house a basil plant has self-seeded from last year’s bumper crop. It has flourished with neglect while I have been away and then unwell. It made me so happy to see its broad soft leaves and vigorous growth.
The guava is laden too, and perfumes the air with a heady fragrance that reminds me somehow of passionfruit. I’m looking forward to making some jam and perhaps a chutney with the fruit. I ate one straight off the tree, warmed by the sun and perfect. It was a luxury for the senses.
The sky turned from bright blue to pale, degree by degree.
The air cooled.
Birds called to one another and sang their evening songs.
Harry and Bert, exhausted from their mad games and running around, sat on the freshly mown lawn waiting to accompany me back to the house.
They were both so happy to have played and to have kept me company. Nurse Bert seems pleased that I am finally out of bed and well enough to venture out again, although he has been incredibly patient with me.
He couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off his face!
And so the night slid softly across the sky, the sun set behind the hills, and the first stars winked out.
I filled myself up on it all, and it was good.
What a magical place to call home!