Originally published inAll Things Girl; Created by women, for women
(Part of Writings; November-December 2007)
There is freshness in the air and she can smell it right away, as she squints through her lace curtains at the bright autumn morning. She’s seeing the sun after a long time, maybe she has been waking up too early, working too much. The smell of fresh roses and lilies filled her room and she loved the fresh, spicy fragrance. She stepped onto her fuzzy slippers and walked out.
As she entered her kitchen, she looked out at the neighbors packing their picnic baskets and smiled. I wish I had that kind of luck, she pushed her thoughts away from her biological clock which was ticking away and not a man in sight to give her the joy of family, love and children. She looked around for her bathrobe, it was sunny and chilly; she wrapped herself and walked into her backyard. She saw the trees almost bare and wondered if she should learn some gardening, she might just be ready for spring. Her mother had taken up gardening after she had retired and had a beautiful rose garden, which was her pride. “It’s pretty sad, mom is not really proud of me. Well, who can blame her?”
She heard a bang on her door and realized that the new paper guy was pretty enthusiastic about his job; she picked up the paper and walked into the dining room. She dropped the paper onto her dining table which was adorned by a beautiful fall basket of daisies. She looked at them and loved the beautiful yellow and orange shades of the flowers, it was almost like the flower basket had captured the essence of life, the early morning shades, yellow and bright; the evening shades of orange. Our life is just a series of mornings and evenings, she sighed. Things had been going on too fast for her, she needed to take a break, she needed to sit down and appreciate her blessings, just like what she was doing today. It just felt wonderful, inexplicably serene. (...Continued)
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