Soap, snake and roses.

My dear friends,

Ya ever been struggling away at a mundane task but, instead of worrying as usual, you find you' mind travelling to places of bliss?

Yeaaaah. 

Friday morning gone, I been scrubbing the bathroom when I notice that Ma need more bath soap. She ain't like soap in a plastic bottle! Give she bars and bars o' soap, and she gon want to bathe 2, 3 times a day, and she take so long, you believe she writing a book in there.

And that is how me mind start to drift.

Back to the book that I write, the first in the Guyana series. Got a short story about a duck and snake that fall in love by the giant water vat where the sweet smelling rose bush did grow.

Don't know if it is that same vat that grow old, or if a new one appear in we childhood when we the grandchildren go to spend holidays with grandparents, Nanee and Pa. It was countryside, and they didn't have running water in they home. I think it was the same rose bush.

As soon as dusk come down, the older cousins would bathe the little ones by the vat, filling the enamel bowl from a spout in the vat, washing we with the coldest rainwater and the sweetest smelling soap. 

Up in the house, we would put on pyjamas, Pa would light the lamp and tell we the best stories, then off to bed we go.

Back to regular life, cleaning the bathroom, no fresh air, no rose bush blossoming. I must make a note that Ma need mo' soap... 

...how to make life sweet again, dear friends?

I gone to take a nap.

Have a lovely week, neena xxx.