Good morning all. I hope everyone had a fantastic weekend. I managed to pull loads of weeds and finally get some direct sown seeds into the garden. With luck the last frost has finally passed. Cold springs always cause me to doubt my scheduling. I know, not the most exciting, action packed weekend, but I kind of prefer the quiet weekends. They let me relax and recharge for the work week. Which we are now starting. So that being said, are you ready for the first prompt of the week? Excellent! Let’s begin,
I kind of like this one. It is like the calm before the storm. And there are different ways I could take it. Past traumas, future plans, even reno problems, both mundane and supernatural can be added to this. Definitely something I will be keeping in the folder for the future. This week is off to a good start.
Monday, May 10th: We danced under the glittering stars.
We danced under the glittering stars. They were like diamonds on velvet, blue fire in the night. The air was soft and fragrant from the flowers of the garden. It didn’t matter that the garden was still a wild tangle of overgrown plants. Somewhere in there were roses and wisteria , jasmine and mint. I could smell them, perfuming the air as they drowsed in the slightly cooler temperatures of the night, the day’s heat releasing their scents. The brick pathway that ran through the wild garden was rough. Bricks were missing and some were heaved up like jagged teeth.
They caused our steps to be somewhat out of pace with the tempo of the music as we danced, but that didn’t matter. We laughed and smiled and danced.
Even the old house looked less decrepit in the soft shadows of night. The few lights we had on were gentle to the structure. Hiding peeling paint, crumbling brick and broken windows with delicate shadows. In the dim light it was easy to see the future. I could see gatherings in the yard, celebrations of events large and small, birthday parties and barbeques.
In the shadows it was easy to forget the immense amount of work that needed to be done. The house had been abandoned for more than a decade. The running water came only from a spigot in the back yard designed to fill buckets for watering plants. The electricity was nonexistent. At the moment all of the lights in our back yard came from battery operated lanterns. We were well stocked with them and hoped we had enough batteries to see us through for a while.
Neither of us had any illusions about it being easy. We knew that in the morning reality, sweaty and filthy would be waiting for us. Aching muscles and months, if not years of work lay ahead. But tonight, we celebrated. Tonight we had a home. It was a first for either of us. Both of us grew up living a somewhat transient life. I lost track of how many moves we made, how many new apartments, new schools and new towns I lived in growing up. My own life as an adult was not much more settled as I moved from place to pace, gaining experience and learning.
Now things were settled for both of us. We were in a place we could stay forever if we wanted. This was the first place that would be truly ours. Despite the work ahead, on that first night, we danced under the glittering stars.
Ten til Midnight 