Something in the world feels right when you wake up after dreaming of the water lilies in the Okavango Delta. On top of that, it's the first really,
really hot day of Summer
and there's left-over apple crumble for breakfast, with Greek yoghurt. My friend Madame Fi recently went to Botswana and Zambia and her
pictures came to life in my dreams.
Also read what she said upon return. I've only been there in my dream, but I feel nostalgia for that place.
"A sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations."
As I watered the garden this morning, an old Mercedes drove by and the sound of it threw me back to my childhood and thoughts of my father. A true gentleman he was. This Summer I will make his
Pimms no.1 Cup and sip it with my feet dangling in the pool.
I bought six of these plates at the boot sale yesterday. They remind me of my Grandmother's kitchen. Then, in the afternoon, T. brought me a bunch of sweet peas from her mother's garden. One sniff of their wonderful scent and I was back in Ouma and Great Aunt Lil's garden in the Eastern Cape.
It's a glorious and searing thing, this squeezing of the heart.
❤
