It was Easter on a very hot weekend in 2019.
My partner's pottering around in the greenhouse
tending to his radishes and corn that are looking grand,
On the other hand...I don't feel guilty as I sit in shade
of tall leylandii trees, sun glistening through branches,
tiny flies circling above, darting here and there.
Listen! Only sounds are occasional flapping of
pigeons wings over head, as they swoop down
then rise to meet bluest sky,
these moments of drowsy pleasure, attentive
to birds chirping and buzzing bees, reminding
me of how I miss your company mum.