Naked In the Garden

The warmer weather has coincided with a few days with lazy starts; the sort of day when its good to go to make some coffee and toast and carry them back to bed. I did this most mornings during a recent holiday and took advantage of a very secluded garden to slip out of my bathrobe and walk out into the fresh air while the coffee brewed.

The sensation is one of freedom; a sensual moment. One morning, I walked out into fine raindrops and I enjoyed them on my skin while my feet could feel the wet grass. On the last morning, it was sunny and I picked up my camera as I stepped into the garden. Seeing myself reflected in the French doors, I captured a memento:

Back here at home, I cannot roam as freely but there is a strip of  garden outside the kitchen door where I can walk unobserved so I slip out of my bathrobe, hang it over the arm of a garden chair, open my arms and embrace the day.

An Interlude

Life has its ups and downs and it can be all to easy to ignore the small pleasure that are there to delight us and lift us when we need it.

I have neglected this blog and now, with summer finally behaving like summer should, I have returned to write some more posts.