Gardeners day in

Murphy's law strikes once again. I had Roo and Roosevelt over for tea today. Scones and bagpipes joined in too. It was a beautiful sunny day and we were sitting on the stone benches outside soaking in all the sun and thats when the gardener decided to mow our side of the lawn. Damn! We all had to come trooping in and well, there is just no space for these many people without taking out all the dining table chairs. I had no idea how to do that and, of course, I wasnt going to experiment with all these people around. But we just accomodated ourselves and I went off to make another round of tea.

The beauty of the day - when I was going to pick up Roosevelt, there was this fragrance in the air at our gate (thats our gate in a distance) and it got the brain clicking. Why does this forest feel like a dream? It reminds me of all the walks with my dad as my kid. I loved the feeling that I was the only one who could match my steps to his. In hindsight, I doubt that very much. A ten year old matching steps with a six feet tall man just doesn't seem logical. But thats what he used to say and I would feel thrilled. There were walks early in the morning when it would be drizzling slightly and we could hear the raindrops falling on the trees which formed a protective canopy over us. This forest reminds me of those walks, the greenery, the rustling sound, the wind through the trees, a snap of a twig under your feet and most importantly, the smell of the leaves. Can't describe it - slightly tangy, slightly sweet. Ironically, all these wonderful memories were triggered by the smell at the gate which I, unfortunately, placed a little later - the smell of the samples in the biology lab. Yucks!!