Got the lemons of late. Bags of them …
Barges of them and the lemonade is fermenting in the cellar. I got so many lemons, got to the point of say ‘bring on them lemons baby, bring them on!’ Now the palate is seeking the sweet stuff – not the box of chocolates sort of humdrum stuff, but the bowl of cherries, and I aim to put them in the bowl, one by one. Makes them all the sweeter, I say.
Post death, divorce and sweetheart remarrying faster than you can say ‘Blitz’ – ’twas the broken winged baby in the gutter of life. Trauma 101. All those emotions, those martyr kick in stuff came to the fore – I wanted none of it, was going to do this, and that, and what the hell became of me? You have been there so you know the story, even if the cast is different. Well, the cherries are filling up the bowl, and they are sweet! One at a time.
Admittedly, living in England of course, it has a lot to do with the weather. No explanation needed. Summer brings flowers and yesterday, with my darling daughters, we bathed in them. We revelled in them, creating, planning, executing, laughing and giggling till the tears fell freely for all the right reasons. It all felt so, normal? Of course it did. I am blessed to be close to my children and many of you I know are far from them, which is so hard at times – we mothers just want to hang around like those proverbial helicopters, and I don’t care what anyone says – it is fabulous to be close.
Massive cherry in the bowl.
The endless hours of work are beginning to pay off. Up at five every morning, planning, posting, emailing and in between, working at the Travel and Events,at the coffee shop (which I love), the satisfaction of achievement is – let’s say twenty cherries in the bowl. Never too old to begin again in business. Don’t count the hours in a day, but the joy I get from being so darn tired at the end of it, knowing I have done good, clients are happy and having many jobs is adding to my growth as a person. Oh, go on, throw in a few more.
Friends. We know about the fair weathered ones, and the stay the distant ones. The ones when we went to see ‘Book Club’ and they went ‘aah’ and I went, what was that? Sorry Jane, Diane, Candice and Mary, you sold out to the cliché. So had the opportunity to really take mature women and their stories to the max and you did the Hollywood fail. My friends just sighed and let me rant. Another cherry for great friends.
Massive cherry for ‘Alias Grace’ and me getting back into clever stories. And to you Hugh, for risking and being great in ‘A very English Scandal.’ May have served you tea on a few occasions, but love you still the more for it. Even now that you are married … I wished I could write great stories like that and that is a cherry to those who can.
Add a cherry to the fact that I am going solo to Paris this week. Solo to Lake Como in July. Double cherries to any woman who travels solo in Silver Street and fears nothing. Oh why not, twenty cherries for travelling solo anyway.
A whole punnet of cherries for still being in love. With love.
Not bad for two days of cherry picking. And soon there will be an orchard of cherries in my bowl of life. What about you? Gathering those cherries are we, dissing the lemons along the way … you go girl!