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.