My dear Friends,
You lay you'self down on a hillock, and the sun and the wind is warm like them days of childhood when we useta run barefoot in pasture.
Trees at the top of the hillock, trees in pairs, here and there.
Under one tree, herbs in pots, the wind send light fragrance towards you.
When it get too hot out there, you step into the patio...I call it verandah...with mosquito screen all around. In the verandah, plants lush like jungle surround you, nestlin' on tables, fah-lourishin' in big pots on the stone floor.
Close you' eyes and feel the humid heat and pretend you back in South America. Aiye Dios mio, gracias for this loveliness.
Me and Ma house-sitting, Dear Friends, in this place.
Me cousin got to go to a conference and she, being carer for she 70-year old sister, couldn't find nobody to stay with she sister. Blame covid.
The sister, nickname Daisy, is a "special needs" person. Daisy does look at you with intelligent eyes, understanding what you say, and the only problem is when she decide she ain't wearing she hearing aids. Then you got to talk loud for them cicadas outside to hear. She does reply with a slight slur-speech in perfect Creolese.
On Sunday, me brother and sister-in-law and nephew come to pick we up to see he friend not far from here. Daisy, fresh from she shower, been trendy with dangly earrings and pretty dress, she short white hair comb down flat.
Me sister-in-law say that, pre-covid, if they in the area, they does pick up Daisy and take she wherever they going to. Unfortunately, they live 3 hours away.
Yesterday, as mid-morning silence settle over we, Ma napping, I looking after some business-papers, I peep through this here wide window to see what Daisy doing in the verandah.
She sitting at a small table, fingers moving delicate like she weaving air and thoughts. She been doing a jigsaw puzzle.
The whole world been in this little pleasure, sorting and finding and putting in place, one piece o' colour next to another piece.
I watch for a good while. Ma rise from she nap. She ask, What Daisy doing? And I tell she what I see.
Later, I look at the jigsaw picture. It was a popular Disney princess, 48-piece puzzle.
"People like Daisy come into we life for extra-special reasons," I tell me mother.
Right now, the two o' them peeling garlic in the verandah.
I must go cook lunch now, Dear Friends.
Have a lovely day, filling you' spirit with peace and joy.
Plenty lurrrve, neena xx.