“Some part of me is lost In different worlds,
But in this one,
I linger still”.
A few weeks ago we experienced a really warm day, or was it last week; I don’t seem to remember.
Vagaries of time disrupt my memories, but I do remember that really warm, Spring – like day.
You know the sort I mean, where the warm breeze wafts spring – flower fragrances, gently through the front door.
There I found myself once again; spring fever had taken hold, although I didn’t realize at the time as I was choosing my flowers for the garden.
Such a gay abundance of colour; a little tropical mixed in with a little cool climate. Pansies and Bougainvillea, luminous pinks, deep sultry reds and purples.
Their colours mesmerised, tempted and delighted all at once as I became lost in that Spring warm – late Winter’s day.