Reflections

Under a tree on a blanket with a well-thumbed book propped open basking in the sun's contentment chestnut hair pulled back in a braid. Wearing shorts and a blue t-shirt with flip-flops kicked off in the grass calloused feet brush air unconcerned birds calling in trees overhead. Always outdoors in the garden carefully growing tomatoes the compost will not spread itself the mint will need cutting for tea. Barefoot on grass and through the woods hiking through verdant green forests gulping glasses of cold mint tea writing stories about summer.