Moments to be locked
It's a beautiful morning in Camberley, England. Not so hot, bright sunny breezy day. It is 11.30, I am sitting in my youngest daughter’s back garden. So much green is around. She loves to track her garden.
Blood
red Lilies, rose pink, white pinkish Purple and bell shaped white
flowers, all are happy, smiling. Grass is lush green. There was rain for
a while yesterday afternoon.
I came here just about a week ago
from Toronto. Looks like I live here, I am all set. I was a bit nervous
while starting my journey. I think it's not my fault. At our age, so
many things start coming up. Traveling adds up pressure. Anyway I am all
settled.
There is no nearby coffee house or Plaza, like Tim
Hortons and Metro, in Pickering. My daughter is working, goes at 7.30 in
the morning, comes back at 5.30. She is in Private school, with longer
hours. I have to manage my day on my own.
My grand kids are also
working. One the youngest one is here on his uni vacations. He keeps
track of me, drops me to Cafe and my daughter picks me up while coming
home. That is only a subject to the availability of cars. Not every
time.
We have to adjust with the available circumstances. I keep
myself busy with my own other things. I go for a walk outside. It's hot
in the sun. I got a corner under tall trees. I set a chair there in the
back garden to enjoy my time under the shade.
I am sitting in the
garden. It's so cozy beside the beautiful Lilies. Three of my four
daughters are in England. They all are teachers, try to call me in
between. My son also keeps calling me in between his work hours,
whenever he can.
It's around 3pm. My daughter will be here in a
couple of hours. We will enjoy evening tea together. These beautiful
moments will be locked up in my memory box for later to enjoy. Life is
all good. No complaints.Try to value the time in hand. Life will always
be good.
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