There’s a hint of Jasmine in the air.
Dreaming of a clear blue Sunday sky, birdsong, a hint of jasmine in the air, while dogs lie panting on the slasto patio. Yes, and there’s a smell of a braai fire too, in it’s infancy, ready to crackle a welcome to friends on their way.
Dreaming of opening umbrellas, preparing garden tables, lazily rubbing coconut sun screen on as protection from the fierce rays that will beat down now until sunset.
DREAMING! Must be dreaming! Could I have Nature Deficit Disorder!
Dreaming of sandals and ‘freedom toes’ wriggling.
Not half price Boots on Sale in Essex!
Dreaming of glistening water in a pool. Crystal clear!
Not streaming water down my windscreen on the way to work!
Dreaming of bright sunshade umbrellas on green lawns.
Not black umbrellas in a dismal street in London!
Too, too, soon in the year, I’m dreaming of Sandals Cozzies and Braai’s!
Too, too, far away for feeling the grass between the toes and the warmth on my face.
Too, too sad.
But there’s a hint of Jasmine in the air!!
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